grief
“There are some griefs so loud
They could bring down the sky,
And there are griefs so still
None knows how deep they lie,
Endured, never expended.
There are old griefs so proud
They never speak a word;
They never can be mended.
And these nourish the will
And keep it iron-hard.”
something hit me hard sideways that needed to come out today, finally, and – almost before I had the words for it, I looked for an found this.
Solitary 4 Tomorrow - in Dialogue 
I like this a lot!
ben Alexander said this on July 1, 2021 at 18:12 |
so do I – and I didn’t even know it nor that I would find it; extraordinary –
Barbara S said this on July 1, 2021 at 18:19 |
– and now I wonder – how is this different from sociopathic hardness?
Barbara S said this on July 1, 2021 at 18:20 |