Looking down the road of my past to my choices and actions.
Some great, some grave
Some failures, some successes
What did it all mean?
What equity do I have now to show for it?
Am I entitled to any?
Does someone owe me anything?
I’ve been crying lately.
I’ve been crying inside for very long time.
As I cry in my room, I let out deep emotions that have been with me for as long as I remember.
Sticky and visceral they linger as I cathartically release them.
I wept for so long.
My floors begin to be completely be covered with my warm salty tears.
The carpet is soggy as I walk across it now.
Crying in my covered hands over my face.
My tears fill up the sides of my walls.
Lines of slow salty progress continue.  
I cried for so long I didn’t notice my salty ocean around me.
My tears began to gargle in my mouth as I have to gasp for air.
I waded in the salty waters looking up to the top of the ceiling.
Floating in space.
If I don’t stop crying, I’ll drown in the very tears that once helped me to heal.