into the abyss
When I was eleven or twelve years old, I won a talent competition at church.
I was wearing a dress that looked like curtains or maybe a cover for the fanciest couch in the house. I had stringy bangs and braces and was beyond shy and to be honest there weren't that many other musicians there that day, but it was the first time in my life that I knew - before anyone else said a word - that I had done something well. My grandma was in the audience and I overheard her telling the story for weeks, my granddaughter sang On Eagle’s Wings and it was like an angel (as grandparents do). She was so proud of me, in a way not dissimilar to when we fall in love with a band and then three years later they make it big. I believed; but I already knew . I sang, bits and pieces, lessons and recitals and trying not to get noticed in the back row of chorus class because timid, awkward nerds don’t find their place in the world at the age of fifteen. My senior year of high school brough