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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


Refuse that..
There is a need to miss..
Refusing the urge..
To run behind..
To find a glimpse.
Then turning back..
Never to rewind..
Refuse that
There is a sense of presence..
Stitched in their absence.
To unwrap the cover..
To conclude while sober..
Then fold back..
Never to entwine.
Refuse that..
There is a greed to reach..
Refusing every attempted breach.
To steal the moment..
To feel the torment..
Then trapping it quick..
Never to come back..
But always getting weak..
When there are days..
To minds tweak..
The hearts just speak for themselves


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