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.