Tempest

Glimpses of emotions put to paper

I feel heavy, dark, angry.  Mostly I can see it for what it is, maybe most people can.  But what good is the knowledge without the insight of how to change?  I feel detached, unloved, un-anchored.  I see him pull away but I'm not sure why.  I shove him further away and then begin to cry at my loneliness.  I tell myself it will pass, but it seems so unlikely.  I try hard to pull it together to be better... to be okay.  But inside I feel withered, unsure... less.
Am I just self-pitying?  Like a spoiled child crying for what she hasn't got?  Maybe, it's hard to tell.  Emotions are so blinding, seeing past their tempest is beyond what I can manage now.  I'll just have to try and weather it instead.  I hope there will be lighter days ahead...