Can they hear me?
Does it matter?
I wouldn’t be concerned about someone hearing my laughter.
Why then, my sobs?
Will the sounds worry them? the voice asks
Are you hoping someone will care?
No. I’m okay here by myself.
Sitting on the bathroom floor, letting my emotions spill out.
Pieces and parts landing where they may.
Not intended for others ears.
But if it turns out that way,
So be it.
It’s part of life.
A part not meant to be stifled.
Yet. Sadly, we do just that.
The patent question….
“How are you?”
The answer expected…
“Well, right now my heart is breaking. By the way, how are you?”
Today my heart is actually filled with love, and a swirl of other emotions.
It’s a wonderful release to be able to just let it all pour out.
Layer upon layer peeled back, from…
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