Paper Plastic Glass

If you watched Private Practice tonight then you know the inspiration. Fiction should not be that realistic. I had to get that out of my head.

Recycled Tears

A salty tear carves a river bed down her delicate profile

memory-filled torrents will follow

rote movements thrust her forward with the same assurances of gravity

the show will go on

and quite a show it will be

bruised and battered are merely qualities that get in line with the rest

intelligence and strength not to be outdone

one day she'll rest and good night's rest, steeped in serenity like her favorite loose black tea

one day she'll sigh a therapeutic exhale – and then another – until her mind is cleansed of its toxins

today is not that day and with this she'll be content

for dark clouds bring rain and rain

allows for the uninhibited free-flow of tears

and she imagines that in her tears lie so much concentrated love and pain, angst and sorrow

that they feed the earth itself and give forth new life

she imagines that within life's carvings lies the secret to success

for out of every experience comes an empathy a compassion and a strength for another

that might have not otherwise been