Cup of Tea Poetry

My precious lock box The keeper of my secrets My minds safe haven

When is it fair For us to bear the burdens Cry the tears And weather the storms When is it fair For the weight on our shoulders to grow stronger While the strength of our backs grow weaker When is it fair That we heal pain But fall upon salt with our opened wounds When is it fair For the late nights to be our contemplative unrest And the day dedicated to pushing through We are the weaker sex… Yet no earthly man seems strong enough to carry our loads So we’ll just keep bearing the burdens Crying the tears and Weathering the storms Until…