Delayed Reactions

It’s hitting me now, what I did. The fears and unsurities I felt are finally manifesting themselves. The tears I never cried now run down my cheeks. The chest into which I bury my face catches my sobs. It seems like I fight them every time I tell a memory from the hospital. I don’t know if it’s the memory of the fear and pain inside me or the love around me that overwhelms me now. Maybe both.