Curled up in bed from yesterday’s disaster
The early morning, an uninvited guest.
Swollen eye lids and a broken heart,
Never budging to heal any sooner.
Climate out the window, paying no mercy,
What’s more aching is when you cannot afford to cry.
Crying is freedom. When you can’t cry you’re prisonner of something bigger.
So true! Thanks for your caring words 🙂