Crossing Tinker's Knob

by Inglath Cooper

“The willow which bends to the tempest often escapes better than the oak which resists it.” – Sir Walter Scott

A long time ago, a window closed between me and the world I still live in. I can actually see through the window. And I can hear what’s said to me and to others. But the window doesn’t let me talk back. I’m locked here in this dark place, just me, separated from the people I love by something so much heavier than anything I can push past.

Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened and I will give you rest.