A vulnerable, disquieting feeling.
Every day.
Walking to the car after work.
Ripped from sleep to a rude, unwanted, alarm.
Too early. Inescapable.
Tears on the edge, blinked back in self-defense.
Thinking. Just thinking. Quiet moments of reflection.
And desperation.
Too often.
Not a manifestation of weakness.
A warning.
Tears blinked back in a recliner. A bed. An office chair.
Standing in the kitchen. Loving a cat.
Alone. With others. Alone with others.
Precursor to an explosion.
Or a solution.
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