bewilder
So often, the problem is not what I think it is.The messy, hurtful miserable thingis not the problem.Pain murmursslow downsit downcome closer and look in.Yes, in here, where you’ve refused to look before.The faceted, shadowy, quivering thing withinmust be heldallowedobservedUntil then, pain will continue visiting,varying form,patiently querying,“now, can you see?”