and nothing has been accomplished,
and i burst into tears at random points throughout
like when i tear a whole in my shirt
i break down and
they won't stop flowing but
i didn't even like the shirt,
and when bread comes out of oven
tiny and barely risen
i cry an ocean,
but little does the bread matter,
and when artist child won't eat dinner i
have to leave the table and soak my pillow
with tears and
i don't even care
about any of it.
when hard times batter,
tears come at every opportunity,
and i feel like a punching bag
and sometimes i want to scream
or wake up
or never wake up
but he hugs me endlessly and
He holds me in arms
and they both whisper gently,
"this type of hurt is what happens
when you allow yourself to love."
and it is,
and i am okay with that
because then i get to love.
***sorry for being vague. my heart is breaking for a dear friend, my tears are for her, but it's okay, i get to love.