Whistling Past the Graveyard

by Susan Crandall

being brave wasn’t not being scared. Being brave was keeping going when you were.

I had to hold on to the mad so the sad didn’t drown me.

A body can’t run from what they done. They carry it with them inside. It fester and spread like poison if it’s buried. It gotta be out in the air where it can heal.”

“God’s plan ain’t a free pass. Uh-uh. He give us moments to make choices, and we make them. We accountable for those choices. God’s job ain’t to make our lives easier, it’s to make us better souls by the lessons he give