Midnight at the black pool

Today is going to be hard.

Smiling at people I don’t know, chatting about the weather, cheerly explaining ECGs, whatever.

I feel like I’m swimming in a vast pool of black, black water; the dark skys above heavy with rain. I feel like I want to cry. I want to cry. What good would it do. What would it change?

It isn’t the time for crying yet. I want to be held. But I must go to work.

Is that a tear in your eye? Wipe them all away.

I may be home early today. If I need to I’ll come home early. I will take care of myself during this time.