She is crying over something
Metaphorically speaking
She can taste the salt
of unshed tears
She is five years old
and someone has stolen
the piece of chocolate
from under her pillow
She is fifteen years old
and someone is making out
with her lover
on the back seat of
her brother's car
She is thirty years old
and her husband
has fallen in love with
the pretty little blond
next door
and so it goes
She is fifty-five years old
and she hasn't any idea
what these tears are for
and she doesn't want
to know
either
"ellecee"
Ouuuh...this hurts ~ Good work on this ~
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Grace,,,
DeleteYes the tears come..and it is often hard to remember why..but still they come..i guess they always linger inside..maybe sometimes it is good to shed them..
ReplyDeleteYes, I agree it is good, but sometimes they just sit there and won't budge :-) Thank you so much for dropping by,,
DeleteYou portrayed the pain brilliantly !!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, GS, I appreciate your words,,,
ReplyDeletePowerful poetry of the 'stages of life' ~ tears and laughter and somewhere in between ~ thanks for your comments ~
ReplyDeleteThank you for your words and visit,,,
DeleteWe try to protect ourselves from pain. And yet that is one way to grow. Forgiving is good, but one does not have to forget.
ReplyDeleteMoving forward can be a chore. And yet if we give of ourselves we can sometimes forget that which has made us sad. Especially when we can make someone else smile.
Long roads are made shorter when walked with companions. Even ones we cannot physically touch. A virtual hug to you.
Thoughtful words, Jules,,,thanks for sharing them here with me,,,
DeleteI've cried those same tears, Ellecee.
ReplyDeleteI think there are more of us to, Ben,,thanks so much for stopping by,,:-)
DeleteAhh!! So sad! Heart broken at every stage of life!!
ReplyDeleteBut, beautiful poem Ellecee
Thank you so much, Sri,it's good to see you here :-)
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