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Cry Nameless Pain
Sometimes grief has no clear reason. |
| Cry Nameless Pain At times the pain has no name it is the fermentation of all I carried. The sum the whole bigger than the parts. Pain of birth rejection abandonment (emotionalphysical) neglect anger tension fear sorrow terror uncertainty multiplied to the nth degree. Mixed together they form the batter which when baked turned out to be Me. (so ashamed) Unlike cake, I can loosen the unfortunate aspects and turn them loose.... I can cry and not know the reason why Cry nameless pain and fear wash the slate clean leaving a space on which I will write my life today. |