Is it me…that question lingered for days.

Is it me…that wasnthe question I asked myself over and over again. I asked as many times as I was breathing.

I wanted to know if I could give myself an answer to my question.

When you give, help, aid, assist and love without effort and no expectation of the same in return it becomes taxing on the members of your emotional being to try to understand and reconcile to some form of strength.

I questioned everything…

My choices.

My life.

My heart.

My love.

My thoughts.

My giving.

My mind.

My ways.

Everything became suspect and I was in the middle of a movie scene with no answers to my questions.