Fear (n.):

1. a distressing emotion aroused by impending danger, evil, pain, etc., whether the threat is real or imagined.
2. a specific instance of or propensity for such a feeling.
3. concern or anxiety; solicitude.
4. that which causes a feeling of being afraid; that of which a person is afraid.

My greatest fears:
Spiders.
Coming home one day and my cat having died.
Certain people in my life never knowing how sorry I really am for the things I've done.
That I've already hit my peak in beauty, and it's all downhill from here.
The day that I can't dance anymore.
Being alone.
Having a daughter like me.
Never having a career that I'm truly satisfied with.
Riding a bike.
Myself, sometimes.

To pray (v.):

1. to utter prayers (to God or other object of worship).
2. to enter into spiritual communion with God or an object of worship through prayer.
3. to make an earnest entreaty (to or for); beg or implore.

"I run the house. I sleep alone. I live for letters, And the phone calls home. I pray for strength. I pray for peace. I pray that he Comes home to me. And if you would, Please pray for me."

The moment you give up.

I can't do this.

The moment you just admit it.

Yeah, I'm pretty messed up. I fly off the handle. I don't manage my emotions as well as I could. I haven't treated myself as well as I should have in the past. I've been very very lost. I have memories and scars that will never fade.

And I have friends who love me anyway. I have... a pretty great life. I've turned myself around. I can be successful. I've become stronger. I have a reason to face down the demons. I know I've got to keep going. Whoever is at fault, and whatever regrets I might have... none of it really matters. Because I'm here... by the grace of God I'm here, and I'm here for a reason. And that's the only thing that really means anything. And for that reason, I am thankful. And for that reason, I am proud... even of my messed up self.

The moment your ears start to burn...

Just once I want to say, "I miss you," and have you hear me.