Friday, May 15, 2015

The Stories of Tears



Morgue File


i am afraid of tears
afraid that they have no end, once started

they tell forgotten stories
that i choose to ignore
until i can't any longer

their tiny detonators
disrupt rivulets long forgotten
finding their way into the wash
pushing toward the surface

destroying dams
i thought wired into place



I am feeling the loneliness of the old. I think it has to do with more pain and less sleep lately.  But today the tears started, and I don't know when they will stop.


copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015

5 comments:

  1. Bless your heart!

    I had dammed my tears when Mother died and "took care of every thing" like she asked. Then Dad died and I spoke for him at the funeral. No tears...too busy taking care of things.

    Just this year, I saw a military service on tv and out of no where I cried for all my losses. Believe me, I understand.

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    1. Sometimes they take me by surprise--but not this time. I knew they were coming long before they came--sometimes loss is just a well we uncover bit by bit

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  2. A sad piece and yet so beautiful. Thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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  3. I know what you feel...I am afraid too.

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  4. But tears are a part of the healing, be grateful!

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