I just have to write differently,
this place isn't enough,
doesn't express who I am,
this sensitivity that I feel is too much,
and I wonder if it will ever go away,
or I'll ever be able to handle it,
it brings me understanding and intuition,
and on other days
it brings pain and I can't find a way to deal with it.
Suddenly swept up in strong reactions and feelings,
it makes me want to hide.
I'm holding on,
hoping that the one thing that will help me cope
will suddenly appear somehow,
this sensitivity can feel oh so strong,
I haven't felt like this for a long time,
and it hurts.
....and I'm here,
somehow making and finishing,
hoping and holding on,
and feeling what I can't hide from.
finding small solaces,
trying to trust in what I'm doing here,
trust in what I'm doing in my life
trust in what I'm making.
This is today,
tomorrow is another day,
I will end this day with bath and bubbles
and an early night.
I hope this evening brings you sweet solace friends.