Thursday, March 24, 2022

 A lot has gone in our lives in the past 8-10 months and I'm still not ready to process it for the world to see.  But I was reading through my journal and came across this poem that I wrote a  bit  ago:


I cry in the shower hoping the water muffles the sobs...

I cry in pillows that suffocate the sound of an asphyxiated  heart...

I cry alone in my car like a wild woman trying to break free of the grief that consumes...

I cry myself to sleep and wake up to cry myself through the day...

I say I am fine as the silent tears roll down my face...

No matter how much I cry it never truly heals the pain that is there.

Will I ever cry enough to wash it all away?



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