Fragile

I hate being fragile.

I'm not a small, delicate flower. I'm a big guy with scars and wounds from many battles, both internal and out. But I'm fragile.

I hurt easily. Guess that comes with having a big heart and wearing it on your sleeve. I carry the pain inside and it builds till I break. Tears flow, my chest aches. I feel lost, like a rudderless ship about to crash onto the rocky shore. And if I don't find something to feel good about, if the winds don't shift and sail me into a safe harbor, I crash. Depression follows. Loneliness and fear and anguish surround me, crushing my heart, my soul.

I'm there now.  

I HATE being fragile.