“I’m Fine.”
[Technically I've already posted this, but I'm new to this site and haven't quite figured out all of its quirks yet.]
"I'm fine."
My life is like the drought, now turned to floods - due to unforeseen abundance, my dam's cracks are showing through.
I was not prepared for this.
My walls, up for years keeping out the pain and the noise.
That somehow always found a way to filter through.
Like the ants that crawl through unseen cracks and are silently invading winning the battle but not the war; I am the house that crumbles with their march.
"I'm fine."
These words are unspoken, but my body language and eyes tell it to those around, "I'm fine. I'm good."
But the thoughts... the internal remains conflicted!
When will you see me!? When will you ask the real questions and the meaningful things? When will I not have to tiptoe around issues that I know most of you are too afraid to make yourself see?
These things were never meant to be taken on alone.
Life never was made that way. We were meant to do this together.
"I'm fine."
My outside - impenetrable, like the walls of Great Jericho
Will you have the perseverance and faith to see what's behind them and march until they come down?
Or, am I not worth that much of your time?
The truth is, it's a two-way street.
It's unfair for society to give us these questions, that no one's expected to truly answer. But that's okay. I've never been one for the old ways.
I'll break down these walls myself. I built them, and these crafter's hand will bring destruction to what they've built, because if you won't come to me - I'll just build the bridge to you.
"I'm...ready to have a conversation. Let's talk."