Bad days.. Anger swelling
Like a ballooning tide
Tears welling up, reddened
Short breaths to keep those liquid inside
“don’t cry. DON’t cry.”
The tightened breath, not released
For fear of the onrushing tears
Quick strides to the toilet
A few unwilling tears on wet tissue
A withheld sob that turns into a deep
Breathe.
Think happy thought
Self consolation for distractions.
Those rebellious tears which keep forming.
Repeatingly telling myself that
I will survive.