I was so hurt and angry. Beyond hurt. Devastated. Crushed. The fragile shell, with which I had carefully walled off my heart, was decimated into a crushing smoking pile of rubble. Leaving it bleeding and tenuously beating.
I was in such torment that.....
I couldn't see your pain. Your agony.
I realized that if: anger = pain for me, the equation holds true for you.
or is it that pain is easier to deal with if it is transferred into an anger form.
either way. You have been excruciating for a long time. And....
I never once
I can get out the bandages and mortar and once again wall up my damaged heart
is there any healing for you?
or does the agony - for you -