How fragile composure is.
How quickly this glass sheen cracks when provoked by an inconsiderate driver, or a delayed alarm, or by dropping your new & expensive f@&ing phone that refuses to turn on now and you don't the time or money for this!!!!
The fractures reach out, threatening to bring down the entire wall
Old insecurities and past shames start to press upon the thin membrane.
WhyamIbrokewhydidn'tIsavemorehowcouldIhavesavedmorewhydidn'tIholdonandwhydidn'tshewantmetoholdonwhydoIevencareIthoughtIvaluedmyindependenceorwasthatjustsomethingIsaidtogetovernotcaringtoomuchwhyamInotasuperheroyetwhydidn'tIworktobecomeasuperherowhydon'tIthinkIcanbecomeasuperhero!?!?
A groan from your facade precedes the inevitable shatter, and all you can think to do is shield your eyes from the oncoming shards ... but that isn't what's happening here.
Because you became an uncle that morning, and you're a little insecure.
And that's fine.
This isn't a wall of glass you're hiding behind. It's ice.
And your heart's been sleeping under it, as of late.
You should let it break.
Because it's in the way.
Because its almost time to swim and the waters of your heart should be opened up.
They need to be explored.
Don't worry. You won't drown.
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