sometimes you need a good cry . . .
because there is nothing else . . .
your hands, your hands are tied . . .
you believe in hope . . .
and you know that . . .
every pain you feel . . .
is temporary . . .
but when the pain comes . . .
there is nothing you can do . . .
but feed into it . . .
and let the tears fall . . .
where they may . . .
it’ll pass, it’ll pass, it’ll pass . . .
but the racing heart . . .
the heavy mind . . .
the hunger and rumble . . .
in your stomach reminds you . . .
of your fate and it’s dark . . .
and lonely . . .
ahhhh . . .
a life that you built . . .
not a dream that you had . . .
not even a nightmare you thought . . .
ohhhhhhh . . .
this pain . . .
and the pain, can only be cured . . .
by tears that will dry in the morning . . .
and maybe fly away . . .
on the tail of a blackbird . . .
and allow joy to return . . .
on the shoulders of a mourning dove . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
Remember I suffer from depression. I wasn’t going to post this poem but it’s me and that’s what I’m sharing me. Please note the date this was written and today it was six days ago. I should be over it. Hell, I’m over it as I’m creating this post. I’ve quote my ex, many times. It was a feeling I was having at that time and feelings, they come and go. I am always looking for the positive and embracing the good to feel the happiness. Don’t feel sympathy for my sad emotions that spills out on Silently Heard. I’m good.
One more thing!!! I started new blog Hidden Temptation please follow as I share my writing and upcoming publishing process. As of now I will only be posting there once a week on Tuesdays.