The Coldcocked Moments

stockvault-spider-on-human-skull185423Occasionally I get hit over the head with myself.

I will be going along at a relatively merry pace –writing at an acceptable trot, socializing decently well for a hermit with a big, needy heart—when “WHAM!” All my terribly broken bits coldcock me and leave me stunned and brutally ashamed on the floor.

I despise these moments.

I despise talking of these moments…

But I refuse to despise myself for these moments.

Until tomorrow…

Chloe

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