in which

I have slipped back into the nuance that is the tiny niggling of shame.
there is just something
not quite right (?)

At times i am so burdened of feelings that i cannot breathe.

It has been three months now. Two funerals.  Why can't i breathe?

Silence is needed, craved.  But there is a sharpness behind it.  Things not said.

And their grief on top of mine.  

And do i even have a right?

but oh, how we get to start new each day

each hour

each moment.

how HIS grace to me is the breath that is needed.

I like the journey that it takes me on
I think.