04/13/2011

The darkness holds tight.  Yielding but little to the light.  Heavy is the heart, and heavier yet the soul. 

I am breaking.  I can see the fractures running through my frame.  I can see the darkness spilling out.  I am breaking. 

I push it down through the day.  I laugh with my children, I find amusement in their antics. 

But still, I am breaking.  Outside, inside, throughout.

One is no longer desirable.  One is no longer needed, or so it would seem. 

A slight not meant, I am sure, but still felt.  Sharper felt now that my dark is spilling from me.

My home is no longer safe.  I am on edge, anxious, afraid. 

My sister is unknown.  Hospital unknown. Location unknown.  Reason unknown.  Duration unknown.

If I break quietly enough, maybe no one will notice.