What Crosses My Mind

  • I Cried

    Like a baby I did, many nights alone, I no longer knew who I was anymore. I would wake in the morning and sob over my coffee, my eyes swollen from just the night before. Before that and every day in between. I no longer knew who I was anymore. People I would ask would…

  • The Rains Began

    Seemed days had passed, since I’d heard their steady cry, my rooftop comes alive, with the steady rains,   Oh we do need the tears, especially in those quiet times, when our heart has stopped.   The beat of our sympathy, some time lost in the scathing heat, of a hot sunlight, meant to persecute…

  • I Wonder Who Told Me

    For it was that time my heart sank, when I knew I was no longer alone, I was exposed, and the world around me felt anger.   I walked the city streets that night, and the cobblestone felt ugly, looking for crevices to catch my feet, wanting to trip me into the street.   A…

  • Civilized Agony

    Tears are real, though hidden, repressed, we really don’t reveal fires inside, we can’t allow others inanimate reasons to hold court in the presence of others. When alone, that ability to cry out loud delights the mind, while sitting alone without audience tears will flow free and yet if we reveal a sob, a gasp,…

  • Don’t Try Again

    I decided it might be pointless, though I’d been told that so many times before while always refusing. I just kept searching for that moment, when tears would just come, nothing forced, only real. Then came the pause, when we think about is it really the cry, or instead are we wondering just why, there…

  • Cry Only For Me

                  ~ Cool morning frost play upon car windows knowing what lies ahead, wanting something else that might suit her mood. Always a glance yet sometimes only the damp wind that blows across naked skin; trudges unwilling toward another circumstance. When chance sweet spiritual grace in peace drawn love embrace…

  • I Cry Sometimes

    In the public eye what appears is shadows Silent images along a wall Faceless yet moving The physicality is all that really tells A story A moment A person looking directly cannot realize The true extent of the shadow’s eyes For their blank Unseen crevices in a brick foundation If for a glimpse Inside the…

  • And How I Cry

    Our own hourglass The one that holds Your heart As invisible as time Will still exist No matter Not knowing Just because ~ For the value of love Can be defined In a skip across the Damp pavement of a city blind ~ People out walking their dogs Normal lives That I cannot touch Yet…