I crIEd this evening
because I fear my next release
will be a murderous outpour of self pity.
Strained whimpers and muffled sobs
behind the bathroom door.
I drowned in the flooded mirror,
submerged in desolation.
Suicidal urges are rinsed away
by my subconscious olive branch;
I promise to be better.
Recessed anger and resentment
are ravaged during this hurricane of revelation.
Hope floods my droughted heart
and the windows dry.
Until tomorrow.
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