Aug 16, 2014
The heart is not safe when worn on the sleeve
Why may I not feel? Too great a display of any emotion And I am faced with your accusatory glare. After all, who am I, to feel? Who am I, to struggle with myself? Who am I to be not okay? Not someone who is allowed to express those things. Forgive my lapse in judgement. In my struggle towards authenticity I forgot that the mask must be worn at home. After all. Nothing is wrong. Why would it? We're just fine here, In the Room of Good Intentions. I cannot dawdle here any longer. How I long to dwell in the Room of Grace.