Isn't it sad that this is where I feel safe,
The cyber witty word place.
Where I can say that I am hurting, scream it to the page.
Just so someone knows that my heart has taken some blows.
What must have been yesterday, yet the days I have forgotten, I was standing on solid ground. I mountain below me, blue skies about me, love within me, and support behind me.
All these things I knew to be true. I was happy if I had you. I could fight the big fight win the waged war if my partner my Viking stood next to me in the shield wall.
But now I'm find I'm not worth fighting with and potentially not worth fighting for.
So here I've come to pout. To be sad in silence of thousands. To just be weak for a moment to allow myself to feel shattered, destroyed and despondent. Before I have to return to the real world, where the current whips along at a startling pace. My quiet used to come from his face. From  vacations to long dead places that he knew I loved,quiet came from cooking in a tiny little kitchen, quiet came from soap and *** and nighttime Skype calls. Quiet came from you. I'm sorry if I placed too much on you. I really am. But the future we built TOGETHER still calls To me, promising quiet promising grace.