The door is locked, the answers behind.  The locks tease me by being on my side, but I have no keys for the padlocks, no crowbar to pull away the boards. 

Peace is on the other side.

Answers.

I’m begining to think I will never find the keys.  I will never see the other side of the door.  Nobody has answers – everyone declares her unique.  The one and only ‘answer’ we have is not cut and dried – it is confusing and unsure. 

One more chance for a key has presented itself – but I hesitate. Should I take the gamble only to end up feeling hopeless and hollow again?  On the small chance that this doctor may have that key?  I don’t know that I have the energy, or faith in the doctors any longer. They have no more answers than I – and I have something they don’t…I’m her Mom.