Cry me a River

When rest has unfamiliar names,

And coping skills of olden days

Our smaller-selves compete to reign.

Her’clean attempts to ascertain

Control leap, unfettered, through the brain.

Best plans of mice or men mislaid,

For the flood oft thought disdained

Taken over and reframed

In words of weakness and of shame.

Truth obscured though still the same

With the tears, the healing came.

-rmpropst

Inspired by: Women Who Run With the Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, PhD.

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