All will be well
And all manner of things will be well.
My gut tells me enough time has not passed
It is still too fresh
Too angry
And despite your best efforts to honor my requests
Those around you do not
Please know that my heart breaks for our circumstances
And for those beyond my control
And if I weren't trying to put out 5 of my own people's fires
I would return to tackle yours.
You're capable
And this silence, while at times hurtful and strange
Has been helping to heal and return a center to my life
I am not cruel
Nor am I living a moment or hour
Or day
Or week
In anger
But in my distance
Was hoping you would take the time
To D.I.Y.
For whatever it's worth.
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