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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


Tears pushing through..
But taken in.
Senses not making through..
But blended in.
Vision getting oblique..
You think you can’t do as you seek.
Staring restless.
Startled by the dungeon getting darker..
Pouring all night long..
Staying awake by the dripping drops.
This shouldn’t have happened..
Instead that should have happened.
Voice dampens..
Moist feets tremble.
Walking staggered..
Dragging yourself all scattered.
A sudden catch of a glimpse..
Running closer on a whim.
There’s someone you can hold on to…
There’s someone who has come for you..
Wait … that’s just you…
Looking right back at you..

Getting weak.

Standing right there meek.


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