Chaff and grain

There are times when we feel alone, at a lowly illuminated corner, our shadows barely visible against the dusty gray cemented wall, where we yearn for a channel to express our feelings to another soul. Yet, it is a seek for that soul-ful one, the person who would be able to stretch out with reasonable effort and means to do so. The comforting spot under his breath, and the reassuring thumping of the chest.

Where can one find such a reclusive safe haven? You want to tell it all our, pour it all out and leave behind nothing but complete emptiness. You want to let the untold you have been holding so close to your chest it is eroding away what's there. Yet, misconceptions and misinterpretations happen so often, too often, that you rather let that happen.

One cannot overlook the fear of being misunderstood
One must not overlook the tragedy of it if it happens.

This is a beautiful set of words that I came across back a very long time ago..:

Oh, the comfort -
the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person-
having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words,
but pouring them all right out,
just as they are,
chaff and grain together;
certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them,
keep what is worth keeping,
and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.
-Dinah Craik-