wiping tears away from swollen eyes
yet still they leaked through
a waterfall of pain dripping onto the ground
drip drip drip
day two
tossing, turning, crying in bed
hugging knees tight to chest
a scab in the soul that
seemed to be unhealable
day five
swallowing the pain that
threatened to explode
into tears and sleepless nights
i can do this
day ten
breathing heavily
mind in a frenzy
it’s 2:00 am
can i still do this?
ten tears that escape from the narrow corners of my eyes
flowing down my cheeks and onto my lap where they melt and disappear
even my tears have lost.
nine questions scribbled into a diary late at night
I’m sorry that I wasn’t the rings to your Saturn,
because Saturn had cracked into two;
I’m sorry that I slipped salt into your sugar,
yet your sugar was bitter, I cried too.
I’m sorry that you never learned to care,
warmth,
pumpkin spice lattes
hot, spice-soaked coffee drizzled with a splash of cinnamon
coated with half-melted whipped cream, nestled by the delicate fire,
comfort,
your favorite cardigan
Comments
Whatever it is that's ailing your soul, you're obviously stronger than you know! Keep fighting on, keep writing about it!
Thank you!
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