Edginess. It is a very cool word. Yet, to feel as if you are “edgy” is not so cool.
Tensions seem to climb in a house such as ours. Our closeness stems from honesty, realness and a dose of Mary Poppins, on occasion.
My youngest younger turns 18 in a few. My oldest made a wrong turn and began with the heavy shit at 18. I started bringing life at 18.
Jordan has not been of this World since that very same age.
So, here I am. Thank God I made it.
Looks as if my C will make it too. The struggles, challenges, suffers, beauties and booties have left scars slashed but my Soul in tact.
Still on the edge, I just know where I am falling this time.