The Well
written by: MTB Mum
You know that place we all go from time to time. The place where you are just holding on. There’s a lump in your throat, your eyes start to well.
You blink away tears, change the subject, swallow hard. Change your thoughts. Still, just holding on. You pull yourself together, but, someone could tell.
They ask what is wrong, and how can they help? You go back to that place where your eyes start to well. They can’t.
Wipe the tears, think of words, but they hurt. Take a breath start again, detach. Unplug, disconnect.
Do you choose to continue
or
Give in to the well?
MTB Mum
I have been blogging for about 5 years in a very private blog. I write when the words are too painful to say. I have recently shared some of my writing with some friends and found this a much needed source of support.
