I stand before a deep red sea
Staring out into the horizon
Wondering whether to flee
Knowing that already there are many spies in
And, despise them I do
Betrayal runs deep
But I stand still asking for a clue
I do already know I will leap
For I will weep
Weep a vast amount of courage
And, once again be whole
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology, society, women
psychologistmimi 
Ah The Gift of Tears
Dear What Strength
Dear Tears Will Bring
For True When Tears Dry
Up With the Rest of Human Emotions
There Will Be No Gas Left to Feel Naked,
Enough, Whole, Complete For i Do Remember
March of 2013, 63 Months into Hell Then A Cat
Named Sunny Boy As We Called Him So As He
Looked Like A Duplicate
of Our Cat Yellow
Boy Who Wandered
Up From the Woods on
Or About Christmas 2012
Could Have Even Been that Mayan
Prophecy Day on the Winter Solstice Then
An Outside Cat He Was Yes Cats The Closest FRiEnDS
i Could Find to Bring me Back to Soul As If They Came
to me As Saviors
From the Wild to
Try to Heal What
Was Lost Then Within of me
Yet There was Another Scrappy 6 Pound or
So Black and White Tabby We Called Oreo
Who Was Not Afraid of Even Humans Hissy
Fitting His Way We Figure He Was the one
Who Fought
And Injured
Sunny Boy
As We Took Him
to the Vet And For All
Those Months Life Was Death
Yes Just Living Death So As the Vet
Examined Him He Found Poor Sunny
Boy With Ripped Up Face Had Kitty Aids
As Yellow Boy Already Housebound With Feline
Leukemia then to Protect Any Outside Unvaccinated
Cats…
Sadly We Were
Faced With No
Hope For Sunny Boy
The Vet Helped Us Make
The Very Difficult Decision
So one of the Strings to Potential
Healing of my Soul Was Gone And Strangely
When i Walked Out off There in the Broad Blue
Sunshine
i Noticed
Briefly in
The Crisp
Cool Spring
Air
I Was Alive ALiVE
And How Fortunate
My Empty Breaths Still
Came to me then Just
one Breath of Relief
And What Really
Surprised me
is the Rain of
One Tear That First
Feeling of Inner Warmth
From Any Experience of Life
i had Then for All 63 Months And
Even With All the Pain Dragging
Myself to the Military Gym With Shades
On And Ear Plugs of course As the
Outside World Brought So Much
Pain to me in All Sights
And Sounds then
My Legs
That Structurally
Could Still Press 500 Pounds
Then Felt Actually Somewhat Strong
Then for the First Time Solid in 63 Months
It Didn’t Last Long Yet i Surely Realized Then HOW
MUCH OF A LIE IT WAS IN ‘TRUMP TOWN USA’ WHEN
ALL THE MEN AND BOYS SAID EMOTIONS ARE ONLY FOR
SCHOOL
GIRLS
AS SUCH
YOU KNOW BE A BIG
MAN BIG BOYS DON’T CRY…
BIG BOYS DON’T CRY NOW
i Am Really A Man And i Cry Every
Chance i Get Mostly Tears of Joy for Just Living Now Still…
i Don’t Know if this Story Will Help Yet i am the Kind of Hero
Who Never Gives Up And Never Expects Anything at all in
Return
Lesson
Real Now of
Sunny Boy Still…
The Real Hero
And Lesson of Devil
Cat Oreo Too Some Days
A Devil Will Help Bring Back
Heaven too We aRe All Connected
Our Sadness Heals And Some Days Our Happiness Harms
DarK BRinGS LiGHT LiGHT Brings DarK Story of Oreo Indeed
True too…
Every
Hero
Who
Helps Us
Breathe Just One More Breath…
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The way you use your words is fascinating
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