Sometimes, I really wish I would cry.

Tear up, till sun-rays sparkle in my eyes and run down to my commissures

Hurting is cliche now but it doesn’t smart any less

If the world ended now, it would be fair to me

A soothing release from weary joints and my bleeding heart

“There’s so much for you here, so much to look forward to“,

But all along on the trail I look to the past, the regrets lengthening as we go on

There’s so much I’ve already lost and still, there remains much to lose

At this point all I’ve gained have come with aches, luck and wounds

Trudge on?

Tough words!

For each mile, an additional load and a fresh bruise,

to nurture and so be nurtured

This is growth so cheers to the stunted

This is real life, the bane of the haunted

In these moments, I hope for a threshold but it never hits

What is faked by others has eluded me

The perfect culmination, the comfort of tears

The soothing relief of defeat accepted…