It's Okay, I'm Alright Now

Saltwater tears sting my lips.
I’m crying my heart out onto my face.
Tears drip and drip.
Tears keep dripping, making my face wet with all my feelings, my wants, my fears, my needs.
Tears keep rolling down my face-drip, drip.
They keep falling-drip, drip.

A swift breeze cuts across my saltwater-tear stained, emotionless face.
It stings; it burns my face.
I lay back further, taking the weight off my wrists, into the thick, uncut grass.
Saltwater tears are now engraved on my face.

I cry. And I cry. I cry. And I cry. I cry. And I cry some more.
The grass glistens with my teardrops that slid off my face.
Nothing will help.
Nothing, I think.

You close me up in your arms, carry me to my bed.

I sleep.

I awaken.

It’s been some fifteen minutes.

You’re looking at me.

My love. You’re my love. He’s my love.

You washed off my tear-stained face.
The salty-tear taste remains, softly biting at my lips.

You hug me.
Everything’s alright.
My love is here.

I’m awake after my darkest hour.
It’s going to be alright.