Denial

Waiting and knowing…

Like an ocean before us, it rushes forward, then retreats into itself.

I smell it, salty and pungent. Overwhelming.

The truth burns like sulfur in my nose, my eyes water. I look away.

I fight back the tears that come with the knowledge. I fight to appear stoic.

You maintain a calm exterior, in denial.

It is always this way. It is so easy for you to ignore what lies before us.

But I carry the weight of a thousand truths on my shoulders, my knees buckle beneath the task.

Bright as the shining sun, it radiates before our eyes and challenges us.

And I stand alone.