Sometimes, no matter how hard you pray, no matter how many right steps you take, no matter how badly you want or need something to go a certain way . . . it doesn’t.
And the end result is this thing–dark and heavy, ugly and mean, that sits on your sternum, but can move in a blink to your throat.
It’s everything you wish you’d done differently.
Everything you want to be but aren’t.
Everything you so desperately hoped would happen that never will–
The path you can’t take.
And somehow it goes with you on the path you’re on
until you dig it out
set it down