The Wall

I yelled at nothing once when the kids were gone. Not in some dramatic movie way. Just anger spilling over because there was finally no audience. No little faces to manage. No need to keep the temperature safe. The dog looked at me like I had lost my damn mind. Maybe I had. There’s no clean container for this much helplessness. You spend months, years even, trying to intervene, trying to save, trying to hold back what’s coming, and then when it’s over there’s still all this energy left in the system. All this fight with nowhere to go. So sometimes it comes out sideways. At the sky. At an empty room. At silence. At the general architecture of reality. I’m not proud of it, but I also don’t think it’s crazy. I think it’s what happens when love gets trapped in a body after it has nowhere left to land. So yeah. I yelled at the void. Didn’t fix shit. But at least the void had it coming.