You came to me this morning,
Gently washing my face
With my own tears

Why are all my angels blond?

I ran to your house
And was surrounded by HAPPY strength
To buoy me.

As I lay face down in my grief

Why do I return to you?
I beg myself
Not to go
But I come back

Angry and defeated by my heaviness
Again, you stand back and wait and give and listen
Determined too,
Pushing and flailing
Grasping and unclenching-

Until I find the closed door unto myself-
It is blocked with a hundred tons of carefully layered sedentary-
I can’t breathe,or hear in the light

Where is your darkness- where I can hide?

She only shows me again
Gently leading my stubborn ass to drink-
Luckily the storm clouds only threaten me

As others walk by
On their tip toes

Gliding by-
Ethereal mists
I cannot quite make out.