it all comes out

eventually

it all comes out

the ways in which we break up inside

flood out through the eyes &

down the cheeks,

regardless of the loneliness or

whether another might be in the room,

the self-doubt is the same,

the wreckage gets rolled over

again & again,

like some monster truck at a rally

for you & you

alone---

at these times the bleeding inside

is obvious to all

but the possibility of healing

seems so far off

that one can only smash into a 1000

pieces

momentarily &

as an attempt at positive perspective

dukes it out with overwhelming pessimism,

of course, deep deep deep

within,

we all hope that the positive will win out &

another day will bloom,

but we don’t always get what we want.