Some days I hold space for the tears

some people go out and buy new dresses
cut their hair
say mean things or ask “ why me?”
some find a pretty face
or a temporary generous hand

I just sit and cry
because I am just sad that is all

some go out and shop,
some drink their way to swim out their sorrow
but I don’t buy many things
and I am not a heavy drinker

I just lock myself in the bathroom stall and cry when the feeling comes on strong

some move
and some delete everything
I think everything in life is a gift
and with time I want to see this as one


some, many, people,others
do “X” who knows what the way to go
is...

...just have to let the tears fall so I feel cleansed