Caught in the balance of a balancing act:
An act where it seems nothing is based on fact
But rather on feeling.
Feeling based on a heart that is sporadic and inconsistent—ever-changing
And the only consistency is that of the burden that’s been placed on me.
The burden to fix, to control, to heal.
But I have to wonder: How am I to fix, if I’m broken? How am I to control, if I’m helpless? How am I to heal, if I’m still hurting? Read more →