The softer down of human kindness...

You know that place you go where it’s only when

someone then asks ‘how it goes’

...that all is lost in weeping and woes?

That place that teeters on the edge of tears

on the edge of fears

on the edge of where it’s safe to be

...that place inside,

ready to fall

deep and hard

into an abyss of the small

things that silently piled up in the corner

un-noticed, unseen, unacknowledged

till it towered to fall...

under the feathered touch of human kindness.

It's been harder than usual these past few weeks

where rage displaced so much else that would be more comfortably felt.

...

The human kindness of a dear friend – whose answer to my sobs and unclarity was
“I have no idea and don’t need to – stay there, I’m coming to get you. I’ll give you space and feed you.” And with that.. the silky landing of genuine, honest, well-intentioned words... I stopped falling.

I’m not back yet from the gloom of it all...
I’ve broken a bit ...and that bit's

still lost in the absolute despair

of knowing that what should be

-isn’t

what could be

-is so far out of reach

and what is

… is so far from good for us, it’s killing us.