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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

Turning Pink

It makes me think
That one day the sky
Will turn pink
And at it's  brink
Will be a collection
Of shining stars 
All at once
Filling my eyes 
With glitter

It makes me think
That one day the sky
Will tend to sink
And like a dollop of ink
There will be a piece
Of art
Spread wide across 
Abandoning the moss
Of jitter

It makes me think
That someday the sky
Will roar
After gathering enough
Thunder within
To shudder
A tiny being
That while getting wet
Will still run
Squandering for
Rains will only make
Things harder 


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