It's like the blind leading the blind...that's how my good friend Leeanne puts it. I go rushing to her like a wounded child is to her mom. Sobbing and weeping and hopelessly crying for attention. Stubbornly expecting to be eased. Helplessly wanting to be cured. The problem is-- she's no mom, but a wounded child as well. I keep on forgetting that the whole universe is possessed with disgruntled individuals who are in desperate need of control. Anything out of our hands is excruciatingly awful. Not knowing the outcome? Being left in the dark? Taking the road less traveled? It's like being the queen of the chessboard...and having all the right moves, but once your king is left unattended---checkmate. All that power...When will wisdom reign a heart that endures no reason but pain? When will the hoping end and the truth begin? How many times must the wording be rephrased in order to see through that which does not need to be said? Even queens must cave in sometimes...For the heart of the matter is not about when to give up, but admitting to your shame.