My Cardboard Balcony

I Cannot Say by Belinda Roddie I cannot say a single goddamn word to rectify a sad situation, and while I get it, it still fucking hurts to see my loved ones all still suffering. My mediator brain is on the fritz as I navigate - gasp! - being silent rather than "teacher" or diplomatic (though geez, this is a teachable moment). How can I stitch my lips shut when I scream and cry as flashbacks rattle through my skull? After all, I can only burst the seams I've sewn until my wailing's a black hole, a gaping void, a self-inflicted curse - and most likely, I'm just making it worse.

And Still Waiting by Belinda Roddie Truth be told, seeing them happy now actually tasted bittersweet.