Tears Runneth Over
A poem
Do you ever get that feeling in the bottomless pit of your stomach when you know what you should be doing but don’t?
It feels like you are in a room full of spectators, and they just watched you falling up the steps.
After the initial embarrassment, your face begins to fluster, and the negative talk starts to speak.
You know the
How could you’s?
You shouldn’t have’s.
You suck.
You’re a loser
And you don’t deserve it.
Within five minutes, it feels like you are trapped in a silent film scene; it’s just you, your thoughts, and your feelings.
You’re now neck deep into your sorrow with nowhere else to turn and no energy to explain how you feel.
So, you weep.
Tears of worry
Tears of shame
Tears of embarrassment
Tears of you feeling sorry for yourself
Tears of loneliness
With soggy tissue and puffy eyes, you look at yourself in the mirror and don’t recognize who you are; the thought of no longer having any more tears left to shed surprises you; staring at the worst version of yourself makes…
