Day Two, NaPoWriMo

The start of April is enough to make anyone a little confused, but somehow in posting that just-pre-April-first poem, I confused myself as to whether I was on day the first, day the second etc. So I’m trying hard to rein it all back in. One more little re-alignment and we should be good. In the meanwhile, today, April second, counts as Day the Second of NaPoWriMo and so says everyone else.

I’m Just Needing A Good Cry

I’m just needing a good cry
to let loose the chest pain,
untie the hurt behind the eyes,
to rest the stabbed heart
overflowing with the injustice
and evils of the world.
An old movie, something black and white,
where the heroine despairs
but the love of her life returns
and saves the day, the town, the end.
The tears flow down
without embarrassment.
The tissues mount up in the trash
for a few minutes, an hour, two.
The pain is someone else’s
fictional, clear, defined
and fixable
and now, comforted and set right,
I throw away the last tissue,
push back my shoulders
and stare back the void.