…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?
