Taste

It started like the normal kind of mountain hiking where everything was planned and prepared for. But nobody talked about what could go wrong. Like you all had the bases covered and not even one false step could send you sliding down the mountain that the mountain so wanted you to find.

You could follow the route, just follow the route- but in your heart you know you can't.  That's where it stops being a normal hike and starts being your real life.  Where you know the thorns in your side would rather you not talk about the pain that they cause, or they tell you to just "pray it away" and if that doesn't work then God doesn't want the pain to go away.

All this feels like dangling, like where the slip happens and you are tied to the others and as you hang off the edge of the cliff you realize that if you hold on any longer you'll take them all down,

And so you think maybe sometimes life has to happen like a disaster

but you don't really like the taste of that.