Oct 07, 2011 18:10
I'm watching a woman run.
She huffs and puffs, but keeps a tight circuit.
A collection of negligence, while hurrying to escape.
Putting the chains down, but bonds intact.
A zombie.
Shuffling on.
Soon, it will be time to unleash it all. A flood of emotions and catharsis are in reach. It's all I can do to hold myself back. I feel nothing but the terror of being caged while having to watch some farce. So, I focus on my son, work and my passion for writing.
Same as ever, my commitments and what few friends remain to me help to keep me sane; from tearing out my hair, from anger and disappointment.
I am blind with rage until I simply swallow it. If I let it come back up i feel i'd only wallow in it. Like I am now, so I guess i'll just let it out.