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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

The Why

I often imagine myself..
At the top of a hill.
Sitting still..
With my legs dangling down…
Sweeping the whole town.
While all I do..
Is to see the clouds floating by me..
With the faces that I met..
Some drops made me wet.
Some undoubtful debt..
Some charmingly abrupt..
Strangely never did they interrupt.
But flew by..
Giving out a sigh…
Feel the wind giving me a nudge.
Looked back till the edge..
Where the ground meets the sky…
And the shadow meets the why.


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