A vast, blank canvas is the only thing I can picture in my headstaring back at me, showing no relection of emotion or any depictionof a thoughtthis scares me more than the pain I endureNot feelingNot knowingUnable to conjure up a reason to show anythingSuffering in silenceIt stares back at meI can't even hear the ringing in my earsSilent, absent mindI have given so much, taken so littleWhy do I keep questioning myself?

For years I kept myself hidden in the pain. Now its raining once again, I have decided to stand up  and let myself open to the reality that pain and heartache are parts of our human lives.

How many times can a person be rejected before the pain they feel inside causes damage to their physical and mental health?