Missing you...

What hope once bound with love anew 

Is crushed and bleeding, love withdrew.

Yet a glimmer of hope still beckons true, 

Indeed, this story is not yet through.

For when we walk with courageous steps, forward, upward, from our depths, 

We'll find an energy renewed from conscious effort aft review.

And when friendship's fragile hand no longer reaches to our land, the memory of its tender touch 

Will either hurt, or lift us up, to greater heights than previous knew.

Will we walk with steadfast faith, 

That love's great labor, once engaged, will find our heart again, and true.

For still, my heart is missing you.

Unloading...

Do you ever get to the point where you have so much rolling around in your heart and brain that none of them have an outlet? You try to write and you end up erasing your sentences and changing your topics as fast as you can type and delete?  I went to write a Facebook status update and ended up typing and deleting about 8 of them before I finally gave up.

It's not a matter of things being to difficult to process... or even xtreme in their need for processing, but more just the sheer number of things going on in my head at once. All of them important. All of them evoking emotion. All of them, all at once.

I'm trying to narrow it down to just one at a time so I can think it through, identify, process and resolve.

Easier said than done.

But I've got to do it... and all of cyberspace doesn't need or especially want to hear about every detail.