"You know, it could have been so much worse."It is of little consolation that the car accident
that is costing me thousands of dollars
and keeping me off the road
could have been a worse accident,
costing me more thousands
and keeping me off more road.
That does not provide solace.
It adds fuel to the frustration inferno within.

"This too shall pass."
I know I’ll get over this,
but I need my time in the muck,
in the shame, to be upset and roll over,
let the fires of frustration burn me out
until I am a husk.
Then perhaps the remains of me
can be blown away
and this will pass.

"Are you all right?"
For god’s sake,
can you please just let me wallow!?