A voice inside keeps repeating,
You’ll never have this opportunity again.
Title or first line sets precedent.
Pride is my sin, even with low self-esteem.
I remember severe pain
sitting at table
with head collapsed
on folded arms.
God sat across table from me,
asking, “Who do you think you are?”
I froze, forgot how to talk.
When I looked up, the thought was gone.
Everything is such fun in the beginning,
when it’s new and undiscovered.