The Unimaginable

When the unimaginable, unthinkable and unbelievable is simply the truth, then surely that, which is perceived as impossibility, is merely a lie. What makes the truth, the truth, exposes the lie to be just that… a lie.
If I limit myself to getting better, then I barely emerge from the terror with the unimaginable becoming almost bearable. If, however, my sound can reach and be reached by kindness in that place where one slowly envelopes the other… I am found. I am free to be born. I find a place to stop. I have chosen life. I continue to choose life, to live in such a way as to be the real me, still on a journey with such dark days as to freeze my very core and times of such love that it breathes life into the most deathly horrors and I cherish those who are on this journey with me. We live in a place some say is impossible, unreal, while others who discover that kind is better than better, they dwell there. They exist there. They fill that place and can take others there to experience a greater humanity than just being self. When confined to human understanding, there is no place for such reality. However, when this reality just happens to be your life experience, who can tell me it cannot happen? They would have to tell me I don't exist. Well I am here.