Monday, February 04, 2013

Weeding out the undesirables

Write. Revise. Delete. Write. Revise. Delete.

The slow, shy tears of heaviness from an abused child slip out of hiding and slide down my face. I do not feel them.

I am overwhelmed. All the monsters visit me, day and night. I can feel no more.

But I can not ignore the ones who ask to hold on. To find peace.

I do not know who to believe. I just know I'm too tired for life .