I carry the storm inside me.  No one can see it behind my sunny smile, my “how are yous”, my pretense of humanity.  Underneath I am broken glass and ashes roiling like a tornado. The wounds in my heart just won’t stop bleeding. I want to time travel back to Before, when you were alive and whole and here by my side.  I shall go on living, it’s true.  As I walk by strangers on Main Street, I wonder how many of us are silently bleeding. So I try to be a little more gentle with everyone, including me.


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