Cry (Nov 2015)
I am beyond the stage where I kick and scream
I no longer resist this terrible dream.
Reluctantly I agree
Reality seems to be
That I have lost a friend.
Solitude is deadly in excessive portions
Like hordes of Vikings who descend from the North and
Go about to pillage and ravish your mind,
Demanding you keep it all locked inside.
But don’t hide your grief from family and friends
Let sirens of sadness declare solitude’s end.
It’s good to cry every once and awhile.
Eventually, the tears roll onto a smile.
Let it all flow from the inside out
Until there is no more doubt
That you are truly loved
And cherished from above.