41- days today

I find myself consoling others’ through THEIR dreadful grief.

Smiling, saying; All is well with my soul. (is it?)

Trying to display to them, a person of towering strength.

Boldly going where no one has gone before! (star trek)

Why must I constantly pat others’ on their backs, saying; “there! there!”

When I am having such great difficulty picking up the shattered pieces of my heart? There are sooo many pieces unaccounted for.

Sometimes I do see the sun break through the grey clouds, but my first responce to it is, to shield myself with an umbrella.

41 – days today.

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