Waiting to weep
I am waiting to weep
I want to write beauty
All those writers who paint the page with words of beauty
I am working today
I am so tired
I give in to despair
The surrendering heart has it’s own beauty
Just to open entirely to grief
To loss
To despair
Going on with the normal day
I try not to weep on my patients
Only four more today
If one asks “How are you?”
I may slip and fall
I am too tired to lie today
I have no skin
I have no cover
My social mask has always been a thin veneer
It has crumbled and is lost
I am waiting to weep