Clumsily, I Stepped Into the Fray

It's a difficult thing, to watch someone struggle with something that only they can fully grasp. You can understand a great deal of the problem - the very nature of the problem - but frequently, the only thing you can do is step back and let them sort it out on their own.

I, however, am known for my untimely injections into the "sorting" process. Someone I care about very deeply is sorting things out, and I stepped in and perhaps dropped what might be just another grain of dust into the whirlwind, or, at worst, some type of explosive charge that will not allow the dust to settle. It was my intention to calm the winds with an awakening reminder of brighter days and great affections.

Sometimes, however, even if it is the explosive charge, it is not as destructive as it seems - moreso startling than anything else - and it pushes the swirling concerns away long enough for you to see where you're going, and to take shelter until the storm can pass.

Spring blooms and you find the love that's true
But you don't know what now to do ...