I seem to be very good at this game.
Everyday I give it a go.
It never fails.
How deliciously sensitive I am
to the very slightest wave of emotion.
I have always been this type of person though,
and I am not confused.
Sometimes I feel so tough and brutish.
Others, so fragile, delicate.
Handle me with care.
I wonder if I'll pass this down to my children;
fickle displays of emotion,
and bemused anguish.
Oh I hope not.
I will not think about it too hard.
We have for far too long.
And yes, we are pros at the sport
but we will not play the crying game anymore...
Happy Easter - I wrote this 10 years ago, and didn't post it. I see why. I am not traumatized by religion. I have never had an experience within the church that turned me...
3 months ago