There are times when I am lost for words. Where the uncomfortable silence feels like an embrace.
Where biting my tongue feels like the only solution and walking away beats the fear of what might be said.
Mood finds its balance in the comfort of routine. Throw a stone in and see that balance rock.
Brick walls that once were conquered are being built again. Barriers torn down begin to cover me in shade.
I don’t want to tread gently nor be walked upon.