Numb.
Numb is easy.
When I am numb, the tidal wave of feeling that threaten to crush me are held at bay.
They crash against a thin glass wall crying to be let in.
I sit on the beach watching.
I can see the cracks in the glass, praying they hold.
For I know when the wall finally shatters, I will be consumed.
I wait.
Holding my broken chest but feeling no beat.
I wait.
As the hungry waves come to swallow me whole.
Numb.