I Want to Cry
I will apologize I suppose,
I want to do this,
do you mind,
if I shed any bravado and discover in me
what really matters.
I want to believe there is an opportunity
for me to be real,
to cast away all notion of confidence,
to as the music blends my heart to speak my soul,
I want to cry to feel the urgency of a cleanse,
the sort we read about in
epiphanies and inspiration.
Yet, for me today,
I only wish to shed tears,
real water, real moist, delicious, designed patterns,
to streak my cheeks, to suggest I am real,
not a facade,
not your only well refined, contained and whipped
state of mind.