Raw Nerve

Sometimes there just isn’t time to stop. I have a head full. I am trying to do my best and battling with no confidence. It’s an up and down thing not based on evidence but feeling. I could shrug it off. Perhaps one day I will. I cannot trust it.

I hit a nerve, a raw nerve. We talked it out. Each softening bit by bit. He struggles with her. Is she kind? Does it matter? I can feel her hurt, every bit of it. Don’t kowtow to her. I won’t. I just want to be understood. Who’d have thought it would’ve inspired such raging. Well I never.

By Ellen Bell

Artist and writer currently living in Aberystwyth.