The Calm After The Cry

Doubts and fears run menacingly through my mind,
teasing and poking at my heart.

All that the lump in my throat does is grow,
no matter how hard I try to swallow it down.

I have lost my grip –
I gulp, over and over.

I know I look terrible,
like I’ve just swallowed a lemon,
but I can not stop this teary flood from flowing.

I wonder if I will ever stop crying.

But then my mum,
God bless her,
wraps her arms around me.
She is unphased by the streams running from my nose.

With her wise words, she puts my mind at ease.

I blow my nose.
I wipe away my tears.
I wash my face.

Though my eyes are still puffy, I am calm again
with this surreal and soothing
serenity.

Oh the calm of crying.