Denial

The pain would split me in two if I let it. If I gave it access to my insides. Split me right open. Turn me inside out. Leave me no safe place to hide. I can feel it coming in around me. Closing in on me. I can feel it surrounding everything. When it feels hard to breath. When you turn the music up a little more loudly. All I know is suffering. I don’t want this suffering. All I know is suffering. Not this time. I won’t let you in. I won’t let you win. I don’t want to grieve anymore. I’m so tired of it. My body has dropped down on the floor, as I sit and write this. My body isn’t with me anymore.

faith

I know beautiful things are going to happen.

I don’t know how.

I know lovely places exist… beyond the words I have to describe them with.

I don’t know where.

I know all the questions turn to answers and all the pieces start to fit.

I don’t know when.

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But I know it.