Out of the darkness came the eruption of my tears
and I sobbed and sobbed alone in the dark.
Drenched was my pillow and my hands, my bed became a pool and I didn’t know how to swim.
Maybe it was his kind words, maybe something else, maybe I’ll never know
but still my tears poured until the well ran dry.
I collected myself, sank to the bottom of the pool and just laid there a while under the preasure of the water.
Down at the bottom I found a plug, I pulled it and allowed the water to drain, with it went my sadness.
Spiralling, circling, was everything I’d held onto for too long.
Disappointment, emptiness, worthlessness, futile longing.
I felt lighter in my darkness.
I laughed, maybe it was the shock, maybe something else, maybe I’ll never know
but still my laughter rang out until the sun rose.