In the dark, most of the world is asleep,
but not me.
I hear and feel every heartbeat, and
thoughts ping here and there, mixing with dreams as I slip into sleep
and wake again.
It is a lonely place on my pillow
in the dark
in my head
with my beating heart and my beating head.
I love to listen to those who agree with me;
I hate those who are oppositional. Oh, wait . . .
I need to listen to those who are oppositional so I can hone my arguments—
enough to win the debate. Oh, wait . . .
Winning is not all I am called to as a believer
how do I hold to a position and defend a position without being arrogant,
without appearing holier than thou,
with being open to learning a new point of view?
I love to be right.
I hate to be wrong.
how will I ever grow and know unless I listen.
Oh, wait . . .
It was a close one, but against all odds, the damsel in distress was able to escape capture by the outer space alien type creature!