My light is red.
I see the pedestrian.
Oncoming vehicles do not.
He enters the cross walk.
The small truck brushes his shopping bag in front of him.
The SUV screams past behind him.
Zero room for error.
Not a scratch.
Please stop talking.
I don't want to work.
I don't want to go home.
I don't want to read...or think.
Everything is too bright, too loud, too...much.
All I can do is wait for it to pass.
I don't have all the answers.
People begin to doubt my choices...again.
After all, mistakes are unacceptable.
So why is it ok for a doctor to say,
"Let's try this."