I have a place in my heart and mind where I keep all the ‘Stuff’. The name calling and shouting, the aggression and violence. I put it all in the box in my heart and mind they shut the lid. In there goes the tiredness and the relentlessness the uncertain future and the worry of what’s to come. I throw them in and slam the lid. Work stuff and house stuff, money stuff and all the stuff. In it goes.
The other day I felt the lid being opened without my permission. I managed to slam it shut.
I hope I can always slam it shut.