So strong, so together, so self- assured.
So shaky, hanging on, hopelessly hoping.
2 descriptions 1 person.
The enormity of this monatany looms, like the Berlin wall.
Safe in my womb. Surrounded by silence. In a blanket of black night.
The words on a fairground carousel in my head, " am I still a person? "

Why do I feel like an exotic, new, zoo attraction?
Why am I so confused?

Is the answer too much to face?