CRY IF YOU WANT TO

 

 

CRY IF YOU WANT TO

In the dark of night

when others sleep,

I sit in the woods

and count my sheep.

My heart hangs heavy

as I think of you.

I refuse to cry

if I dream of you.

They have told me

to allow my tears to fall.

I shut my eyes

and fall asleep in a ball.

The wind whistles through the trees.

I open my eyes to a sight.

You sit on the grass facing me,

your eyes shining in the dim light.

“Cry if you want to,”

you whisper.

“But I don’t want to,”

I whisper.

The dawn lights the dark sky.

I yawn and stretch my limbs.

My eyes are bright and dry

since I’ve refused to cry.

WHY ME?


Why me?
I go swimming every week
So my legs won’t feel tired or weak.
Don’t know why my legs have to swell.
A disease created in hell.

Why me?
A bigger nuisance there can’t be.
It makes life much harder for me.
Humidity is my enemy
As I cry out, “Stay away from me.”

Why me? 
I want to begin a day feeling well.
That’s why I have this story to tell.
Life has these hurdles we must overcome.
Most of them aren’t any kind of fun.  

Why me?
This question has no answer for me.
It is just the way things have to be.
My father suffered from this in quiet.
I will follow his lead and not riot.

INTO THE WOODS

 

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The woods can be much too dark,

more than a walk in the park.

They can hold secrets so deep

you can see them in your sleep.

The trees can hide the bright sunlight

with shadows lurking in the night.

I wander between the trees,

someone find me, pretty please.

I will make a bed on the forest floor.

I hope nothing knocks at my woodsy door.

Dark surrounds me like a spoon.

I’m soon wrapped in its cocoon.