Shadow Expression

At a conference I recently attended, focused on using writing exercises to tap into the unconscious, I was given a directive to take a minute to write whatever came to my mind. This is what I wrote:

"In my rage, I pulled so hard that his arm literally ripped away from his body and hung limp, held up by his skin that now served only as a sack. I collapsed in sorrow at the sight of what I had done. I couldn't stand the thought of who I was and thought I may never stop crying for the rest of my life."

It's a little twisted, but it is what came to mind. I see it as the juxtaposition of the rage and total empathy within me. The sorrow that the conflict brings and the struggle to let the two live inside me without trying to extinguish them. All based on a notion that I am to embrace all of the parts of me, because those parts of me are what make a whole ME. With different parts, I'd be someone else. Sometimes, I think that would be fine. I will end one day anyway. Why not today? But today never seems to be the day and so I carry on, and sometimes I don't mind.