For years, I have held this pent up rage. For years, pain have been shoved into a pit I thought was bottomless. I was wrong.
Seeing her in so much pain, reminded me of my own. Feeling all that hurt in the room, uncovered the old wounds that never healed.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to punch something. I wanted to let it all out. But I didn’t dare. Because, what happens when I let the tsunami through? What will be left of me then?
I guess I need a new pit.