Staring at nothing,
lost in her own world
Indefatigable sorrow, unrelenting,
The eyes, the eyes, says it all.
Will there be no let-up?
Will it be a continuing restlessness?
It was half-expected, the excruciating pain,
Yet still she’s hurting.
Unsuspectingly the torrential tears, non-stop
Welcome or not, it’s the relief that’s due her
The outpouring of hurts, pains, aches
The free-flowing saline fluid, unburdening
Loosening the heaviness inside.
At that the dam abated
Just like when it started, unceremoniously
And with it, de-constriction.
A hiatus, albeit temporary,
A relief, a great sigh of relief…
Until the next onslaught…
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That is how I feel right now. But I do think that writing helps.