P'DEMIC RAIN

My stomach is churning,
Tears live there.
They are multiplying,
Rising up;​
My chest feels heavy.
One tear weighs nothing-
Several? Tons.
They are jamming up in my throat,
A constant lump.
My face hurts. My teeth hurt.
Bags under my eyes-
They are full. 
Tears reach my lower lids.
Constantly.
They. Must. Go.
Flow.
So....

Thanks, I needed that.

​WITH AN ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE ™️ 

from REFLECTIONS FROM THE MIDDLE AGES 
~ELLEN HYNER