30 Jan Task After Task
I add task after task to my To Do list, trying to shut out the seemingly bottomless well of pain, but it sloshes over my schedule and I can’t see the words on the page. I can’t see the thoughts or think the list or stop the grief, that never-ending grief that leaves me drenched and dripping sorrow over all the pages of my life. I watch them burn away and turn to ash, as if they weren’t soaked in tears and I hadn’t been wise enough to choose the fireproof paper. Guarantees don’t matter. Promises are worthless. And no one cares when the one who sold you the bill of goods sets your house on fire. No one cares when your skin crackles and crisps; they’ll complain that you smell like smoke. Scream if you must, they’ll say, but do it silently. They’re too busy adding task after task to their To Do list.