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Are you okay? Yes I am.. But I wasn't , As I responded to that, Because what else to say, When you aren't, Are you feeling good? Yes I am.. When I wasn't, But how will it help, If I responded for real, Do you need water? Yes I want.. But just shut down, The surrounding chatter, With infinite laughter, I couldn't bear, The noise, Inside me growing larger, Than my voice that was, Shaking my exterior poise, My daughter, Came closer.. As she held my, trembling hand, As she whispered, Mom, it will get better.. My partner, Looked at me, And wanted me to know.. It's okay, Not to be okay, Getting drunk, And throwing up.. Is all part of growing up, Till the part, Where you start loving, Just water again.. My mom and dad, Comforted me,  That although sad as it looks, Things aren't that bad.. As explained by the books, Relationships and people, Are the ones that make you stable, While everything else, Can topple,   Well, there will be loads of trouble, But more than that t


Someday you tell me your story..
Someday I will be all ears.
Someday you will hold me not to leave..
Someday I will hold my tears.
Somedays you will sing a song..
Somedays I will be wrong.
Somedays you push me firm..
Somedays I affirm.
Someway you broke my heart..
Someway I kept playing my part.
Someway you chose to depart..
Someway I waited before falling apart.
Sometimes you were there..
Sometimes I wasn’t.
Sometimes it rained..
Sometimes pleasant.
Sometime you look into my eyes..
Sometime I chose to be hidden.
Sometime you walked away..
Sometime I became forbidden.
Sometimes we were coherent..
But in Someway Indifferent.


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