Tuesday, March 3, 2020
To weep is not weak
In this fragile state I am often weepy
Tears rise unbidden,
stinging eyes, constricting
I sigh, again to find myself overcome
becoming weak right in the centre
of my strong
I play along with life, all the while
wondering about this feline creature
playing with me.
Weeping, but not weak
Weakened moments a release,
of tension, dissonance, consternation.
I cry, for a moment I cry
(a moment or two)
all the while knowing that I will make it through
back to me
this is not the sum
dying isn't the worst of what's to come
and life always offers consolations
to those who see.
Posted by Cheryl (@MrsWhich) at 4:40 PM