I know it’s heavy
I’ve been there too
I could never bear it
Let me help you now –
lessen that burden
It’s ecstasy to break free
Let it burst
Let it flow out
They do not belong inside
Don’t be shy
Even rocks give up
to the gentle wicked waves
Soak my shirt
Get me wet
It doesn’t matter, friend
Sometimes,
we have to face it
Truth is a bastard
Reality is a nightmare
That Man who sits above
concocted those stupid drops
for us to be numb
even just for a while
Come on,
here’s my shoulder
Weep on me.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love this, Fritz! You have shown that all it takes is to turn to someone in your time of grief or melancholia. As I tell my husband, we are our brothers' keepers. Hugs, Mom



