It’s been a long day. A series of long days. Day upon day moving forward.

Expectantly hopeful, yet incessantly draining.

My over-responsible heart beats double time. I try to quiet it. Invite it to rest.

It works until I wake up crying.

There are lots of tears. They blur my vision.

More than my eyesight, my heart-sight is blurred.

Yet in the midst is hope. Blurred vision is still vision. It’s trying to adjust.

My heart will soon see through a different lens. Until then, I wait.