Cup of Tea Poetry

I’m free to fly with words… With thoughts Perceptions Feelings Free to explore… Fantasies Failures The unknown Free to discover… What drives me What guides me Free to become… Whom ever And what ever My creative and imaginative objectivity Can conjure up I’m free to soar above the Mediocrity of the same And mirror the true Sentiment of the inside of me Unbalanced Unstable But natural Yet so humane A complex simplicity In the rarest form

What are these tears? Where is my laughter? From what place has this pain arisen? This trivial throbbing, gnawing, infuriating impair in my head. It dances in and overwhelms me. Pinching off bit by bit My since of reason, normalcy, and sanity. They have real pain. They know real anguish. They create new definitions to the word devastation. But they keep going out of obligation and pride. But I, I, tremble … Breaking at the mere initiation or occurrence of sadness. Holding my tears under the eye lids And imprisoning the screams in my throat. A release would offer an insult to the bearers of valid sadness. A suitable response for my hurt would be a simple shaking of the head, But my burdensome response is fear and helplessness. I feel the need to apologize to those who’ve endured deeper cuts. Therefore I will smile and convince myself with hollow reassurances Empty promises and void wisdom… To say…I’m okay.