Deep Wounds, Quiet House


At night when it is calm, and quiet and all the lights in
my house are out, just before I drift off to sleep I wonder...
I wonder about about my past, the good times and the bad.
Sometimes when it is quiet my defenses callapse and the pains
and sadnesses of my life, and the agony I feel because the
lack of understanding of other people overwhelm me, as I
begin to cry.
Not the silent cry that happens deep down inside everytime
someone laughs, or points a finger, or stares at me funny.
But a cry that stems from the pain and sadness I all to often
feel, but can rarely stand to share. It is a cry amplified
by the quiet night, but muffled by the fear that someone
else might come and hear.
So even then...when I am all alone I struggle not to cry
and at this time I miserably fail...
no matter how hard I try.

        Ramona Harvey

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