Friday, November 16, 2012
Today I grieve. Raw aching wound of a heart. Overwhelming grief and despair. How will I survive this hurt, this pain, this searing agony? What is the purpose of suffering? Where is the meaning in it? Today I can only try to continue on, to survive one more hour, one more minute, one more day. Who can we count on in the end? Who does not have the capability for cruelty and betrayal within them? I do not know anymore. Perhaps I never did. I am abandoned. I am alone. I have only myself. Alone. The warrior. I mourn.