exit eyes drum heavy streams drag stormy draw grey somehow release those trapped emotional birds a few stray feathers float thoughts memories and softly drift away flutter down fade and exhale not needed for this flight
04/23/2012
Posted on 04/23/2012Copyright © 2023 Mary Frances Spencer
Sometimes it stays with us for a while. You express it so well. My wife just makes me take my 'happy pill'. Let me see you smile!!
I've always thought that there is some significance to the fact that our tears are salty. I haven't cried in what feels like a long time. But from what I hear, these are emotional times. Nice to read you again, too!!
Writing great pieces like this will likely help a lot.