M.E.M.

A Good Cry

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.