I wrote this poem two weeks after Robin Williams died… I was feeling the immense heaviness of the world around me and its sadness. I was feeling the pains of those closest to me: the failure in not being able to help them. I was feeling like a failure. And I couldn't even cry about any of it. Sometimes we see tears as weakness but they're not. They're a beautiful sweet release that is so necessary. Society has strayed so far passed the simple, beautiful things. This poem is about getting back to them: Not subjecting ourselves to a cancerous society's ridicule. But of relishing in that which makes life worth living: music nature, simplicity, and a few wild stanzas. The Terrible Awful Keeps Me Stuck in My Head Life cut short, or too much life but like fireworks set off in reverse? Why is it so wrong to feel anything but happiness? It’s okay to want to cry and scream and smash the vase It’s okay to want to be left alone It’s okay, it’s okay,...
Women's Spiritual Poetry