Banality of My Reality  

Emotions can be as high as the stratosphere
or as low as the plains, intense as an inferno or mil
as a sun-shower passing through a summer’s afternoon. They bring on tears when sadness is experienced from loss of someone

or something that was important. Not everyone can
cry. Some people hold their sadness deep inside.  That’s a shame, because tears because a catharsis when they’re released
and not repressed. Tears can also express great joy, deeply felt

love, and miracles too. Anger is as passionate as
desire. It makes your heart beat faster. Your mind becomes nebulous to reason. Your blood pressure rises through
the ceiling. Your throat is tighter than a stripped *****. You sweat

profusely, ready to pounce at the slightest provocation. **** indignation! Love for another is the ultimate human
experience when it is shared, but the most painful when it is
not.  Pining as an evergreen, your tears become

needle-sharp leaves that fall to the ground in bunches, faster than
a balding man’s hair washes down the shower drain. I, myself
have lived through such pain, and came through it out the other end. It’s the banality of my reality, the dip in my bend.