National Poetry Month Countdown #11
Featured Poem from August 25-August 31
A Good Cry
All I required was a good cry.
I just needed to let some loose-
I had to let that sorrow go,
anger and frustration to diffuse.
I was knotted and saddened up,
bent and miserable inside.
My heart knew nothing but grief,
chaos had control of my mind.
The torment tortured my soul,
crept into every nook of my being.
The suffering intent on destroying me
left no other way of healing,
Even my spirit itself was aching,
pleading for calm satisfaction-
and oh how those reins fell,
this necessary human reaction.
Seemed I nearly let a river go
to ease my bitterness and pain.
I almost cried my eyes out
to feel like myself again.
I surely let it loose,
released that anguish so hard-
just me, myself and I,
those four walls and my loving God.
I felt some agony was lessened
as tears rolled down my shoulders.
How magnificent to have my Jesus
To whom I turn my troubles over.
"A Good Cry" is an excerpt from Candidreams: I Remember the Beginning.