T

T for tears shed in a car, alone, while kids scream with joy at a birthday party outside.
T for tripping, falling, and getting up over and over again.
T for trying so hard just to keep a grip on life.
T for thinking about just letting go and seeing where I end up.
T for throwing away everything old and growing something new.
T for the trap that is my unconscious mind.

Six months ago a butterfly fluttered by in Peking and a hurricane ripped apart my life and my ability to be happy.  Reconstruction efforts continue, but the future looks grim.  At least the immediate future.