Extreme Honesty

My silence should be worrisome.

My lack of writing should be cause for concern.

My writing is at a stand still.

They have no idea what they have opened me up to.

I repeat, they have no idea what they have opened in my mind, my body, and my being.

The time for warnings and reprimands – not enough and unacceptable.

I am unable to share in one moment of victory or congratulations because the threat is alive and well.

That is not to say that a job was carried out and completed.  Still, if I am allowed to be honest, a bit sloppy.  HE knows it.

Please, do me and the world a favor and separate.  I want my sense of smell back.  That is all.