When even the ceiling begins to weep
I don’t remember exactly what I was doing.
Exactly what made me stop.
I remember the storm sending shivers through the walls
The raucous thunder crashing through the skies like a marching band
And the rain
Oh the rain fell like teardrops to earth
Or onto my cheeks
And I could hear it
Yes? I could hear it
So close so close
Too close?
I staggered to the kitchen where the sound grew louder
Like a waterfall in my apartment
Like a roaring in my ears
My heart sank to my stomach
Empty from a lack of self worth
I turned to face the bathroom and in the doorway was a fountain
A stream of endless water pouring down like beaded curtains
Coating my already damaged floors with an increasing amount of water.
Depression is one thing,
But what do you do when even the ceilings begin to weep?
When even the skies break down?
I ran to get a bucket
A towel
A bowl
Anything to catch her tears
To save what home I had left
But I did nothing to catch my own
Let them fall to the floor like stones
Let them join the puddles already tapping at my toes
I wonder how I got here
Wonder which decision led me to this place
To this puddle
But who should I comfort?
Who should I soothe?
What feelings can I hide?
Which lies can I lie?
when even the ceilings begin to weep.