Bleeding Softly

My draft box is overflowing… brimming… boiling over with pain, tears, anger, hate… fear.

I’ve remained silent, despite having so much screaming in my head. I’ve maintained a cold numbness, despite having so much aching in my heart… not lashing out, yet still bleeding softly.

I wanted to explain how a system with a pervasive narcissistic personality disorder would only serve itself. I wanted to say terrorism is defined by its victims. I wanted to point out that according to ISIS, every American assassinated has a long wrap sheet. Still, we would NEVER justify those killings!!! We don’t malign those “perpetrators”. But, what would be the point? Who is “we”? Americans? Clearly not! Humans? Just as egregious! So there… What would be the purpose of speaking? Yelling? Begging? Pleading? Joining in the wailing? Who’s deaf ears would care?

There is no cause to celebrate today. A man is brutally beaten and left to die in the hands of six who are sworn to “serve and protect”, and it takes a city burning for it to matter…

I am overflowing… brimming… boiling over with pain, tears, anger, hate… fear… still bleeding softly.

~that’s life… in no particular order