Because everyone needs a good cry
now and again.
To take a sledgehammer
to the dam that has built up
Setting your emotions free.
I cried.
I cried tears of sorrow
brought forth from a TV show
in which a character I loved
died, suddenly and unexpectedly.
I cried sorrowfully,
but then I just cried to cry.
I think it’s a ritual now,
writing a poem after I cry.
Last time I cried was September of last year
And I wrote a poem then, too.
That’s what’s wrong with me.
I don’t let myself feel enough.
I should though.
At least, a bit more.
Let the dam crumble
instead of using a sled hammer
to break through to my feelings
To let a good cry out.