feeling fragile.
it's been cutting me to the core.
something i can't quite make sense of intellectually, yet still causing me to grieve. deeply, emotionally.
recently stronger fuel has been added to this fire of angst and betrayal. and i've cried. oh, how i've cried.
i feel confused, bewildered, saddened, and angered.
although i'm not certain how to feel really. at this point, it's just one big ball of raw emotion.
not neat-and-tidy, not easily delineated, not at all clear. murky and messy and making my breath catch in my throat.
feeling fragile.
when i am able to look at the situation philosophically, i know it's truly an external problem.
actually little to do with me, emanating from elsewhere. and yet i've been unwillingly drawn into the drama.
not my concern, but forced to become a participant. not internal, but pushing perennial personal buttons.
feeling fragile. ******* listen as i read my words to you . . .
******* where do you tuck away your unresolved-for-now pain? do you have a reserved soul-slot where it resides and waits? tweet