Crushed!

I’m allowed to weep. So, I weep. I weep in darkness and in silence. I weep calling upon God. I want my crying heard but by nobody. I want my reddened eyes noticed but by nobody. At one point last year, I had been loved and wanted by three women at once. And I couldn’t

Mom, I can’t!

I thought I had become analgesic by this point of my life. But it turned out to be a false alarm. Sitting with such insurances has only exacerbated my state of mind- to the point of nothing but sheer fecklessness remaining inside. You know I’ve been a dawdler my whole life. Yet, you chose to