The Wall

There are times I wonder whether what looks like strength from the outside is actually just emotional compartmentalization so aggressive it should come with a warning label. I can be making lunches while internally replaying hospitals. I can be answering emails while feeling like my chest is full of broken glass. I can be encouraging a kid through homework while thinking about how their mother should be here for this exact worksheet. That split probably looks impressive from the cheap seats. Feels like damage from inside.