Here. Here is just simple and happy.

sometimes

i become fearful

of my own words

tongue-tied 

and silent

unable to express

unable to say what weighs down

my jagged mind

and just as

i was

finding

shelter,

you swept in

like a 

storm,

to tear

the walls

all

down

again

and leave me

in the cold.

rowanjames

Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.