there I was, sitting in the shallow whitewash,
where all the waves come and go
watching my son boogie board
while my wife and daughter built sand castles behind me.
nervous breakthrough is the only way I know how to describe it.
the road of fear I had walked on for so long
had collapsed, and the path I had wanted to travel instead
was suddenly closer than my own eyes.
i was living the life I had envisioned
and could not locate the map on how to do it.
nobody told me that the opening of eyes long
closed can blind you.