…It’s as if I woke up one day, opened the door stepped outside, quickly went back in, and locked the doors…

Reflections post-Boston Marathon

The link is not obvious to you
It is to me  
The recent tragedies are taking their toil   
Not that I spend my days thinking about them
In the context called my world
The connection is immediate

The recent tragedies have affected me
I am slipping into sadness
This is unlike any depression ever experienced 
My life feels like a lie

While I lock the doors to the outside world
The sounds of unlocking doors is disorienting
Doors unlock to compartments with  lost treasure troves  
Cluttered memories imperceptibly pervade my thoughts
Affect my attitude and my behavior
Why do I feel so much at peace?