I wish I was as happy as I pretend to be
Scared of unspoken defeat, who would care?
I'm most vulnerable alone when my thoughts are racing
Like a web browser with millions of open tabs, thousands of book marks I never seem to reopen
My mind is tired and restless
My body wears evidence of emotional exhaustion like a blanket
This outbreak of sorrow won't last but even then, when all seems ok...The storm will come back.