A lot has gone in our lives in the past 8-10 months and I'm still not ready to process it for the world to see. But I was reading through my journal and came across this poem that I wrote a bit ago:
I cry in the shower hoping the water muffles the sobs...
I cry in pillows that suffocate the sound of an asphyxiated heart...
I cry alone in my car like a wild woman trying to break free of the grief that consumes...
I cry myself to sleep and wake up to cry myself through the day...
I say I am fine as the silent tears roll down my face...
No matter how much I cry it never truly heals the pain that is there.
Will I ever cry enough to wash it all away?
