Words are Tears
They are tears, these words in the mornings.
They help me to spend my days worth.
I wake up. I sob. I have coffee.
I hope facebook can cheer me up.
I remember, I sob, I eat breakfast.
God reminds me of blessings I got.
I smile, then I sob, cause I’m broken.
A part of me has walled itself off.
Only one thing in the world I can’t have,
and I grieve it like it ever was mine.
There’s hope at the end of my morning bouts
but these tears are all he left behind.
(2013)
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