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


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


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


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


Life is so sad sometimes…

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)


Crying_Girl_Roy Lichtenstein

Strange what loneliness

Makes sad souls believe

Friend disliked admitting this,

But claims she was

Complicit in the casting of fate

To the four corners of the universe

(Please, she said, no pity)

Seems that deep down knew

What she was doing

The familiar is always safest

In a convoluted way

Once again another mistake

Ends in a self-mocking haiku:

Crying in her car

Screaming but not too often

(Fear of stroking out)

© 2015 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Crying Girl, Roy Lichtenstein