When the Dam Breaks

Free AI web copilot to create summaries, insights and extended knowledge, download it at here

779

Abstract

e or that I was better, but how could I be better without her? And then I realized I would have to do it again and when I did, my puddle would grow It would become a lake and then that lake would become a river and that river would need a dam because if I cried anymore I would wash away and in a lot of ways I wanted to wash away because what was my life without him?</p><p id="7f61">I needed a dam because adult orphans cry about their loss and some days the dam is the only thing preventing a flood But part of me wanted it, to flood the world with my anguish and release it into an ocean of my own despair I wanted to watch the dam break and allow all of me to spill out so I could stop holding it all in A raging current of sadness that all started with a singular tear in a

Options

little boy’s eye</p><p id="6c23">When the dam breaks I will wash myself away and hope that the current will take me to them</p><p id="830d">© <a href="undefined">Jonathan Greene</a> 2020</p><p id="06d4">If you liked this, you might like this as well:</p><div id="3d9c" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/fatherless-son-c987ceee358d"> <div> <div> <h2>Fatherless Son</h2> <div><h3>A Poem</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*UVqDUJJypM1NuF-P)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div></article></body>

A Poem

It started as a singular tear the one I shed in private before I knew just how many more would be necessary to accommodate my misery And slowly that tear became a puddle and the puddle became a pond All full of the saltwater leaking from my eyes

It stayed a puddle as I repressed myself and all the feelings inside, pretending they were gone or that I was better, but how could I be better without her? And then I realized I would have to do it again and when I did, my puddle would grow It would become a lake and then that lake would become a river and that river would need a dam because if I cried anymore I would wash away and in a lot of ways I wanted to wash away because what was my life without him?

I needed a dam because adult orphans cry about their loss and some days the dam is the only thing preventing a flood But part of me wanted it, to flood the world with my anguish and release it into an ocean of my own despair I wanted to watch the dam break and allow all of me to spill out so I could stop holding it all in A raging current of sadness that all started with a singular tear in a little boy’s eye

When the dam breaks I will wash myself away and hope that the current will take me to them

If you liked this, you might like this as well: