Cried on the bathroom floor
With a puppy on my lap
Cried alone in my car
In a deserted supermarket lot
As lightning crashed not ten feet away
And empty shopping carts rolled untended
One hitting my door
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Tears did not make anything better
Once I passed forty years
But no way to stop them
Occasional devastation
Calls for water
To quench the fiery anger
When faced with injustice
Listening to barbed wire words
That increase my fears
XXX
Laughter was once more steady
Now, it has a desperate sound
Phony, hollow, hysterical
And it sometimes ends in crying
Waxing or waning
The moon rules my inner ocean
Salinity dueling with sanity
I am no longer ready
To pretend strength and fight
XXX
Singing carries me through the night
Choosing a theme, like rain
Alphabetizing singers
Then singing each song in my head
While lying stiff and silent in bed
Yet the relief of rhythm and words
Is surely similar to a baby being
Sung to sleep
As I mother myself
XXX
Life is so sad sometimes…
© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)