I reserve the right to occasionally
get upset for ridiculous and
unreasonable reasons.
I know their nature –
and don’t think I don’t realize
how awful it is to behave this way –
I simply cannot control the tides.
The waves of the moon wash through me unleashing a useless storm
but, then when the calm has
settled, I am destroyed
with broken dignity and
a wet face.
I think I’m asking for compassion?