I slip into the cave-like home
My spirit heavy, all alone
To sip un-caffeinated tea
And watch the embers dance with glee
As I sit to watch the flame
Ever-dancing, never the same
By it's light and warmth, I'm blessed
Yet struggles within breed unrest
This week of craze has past and gone
Yet griefs and changes won't move on
The storm still rages
Fueled by changes
None shall ever be the same
Her death, to our lives, was a maim
If ever I, my sisters too
Speak something dull or sad to you
Please know, the change still runs it's path
We're insecure, bound by it's wrath
Though yes, the subject tires you
"You've cried enough, girls, haven't you?
Come, we should speak of cheerful things."
How lack of understanding stings. . .
You may believe we dwell on it in vain
Know this, we'd love to live again!
As for now, we bare the pain
Our tears still flowing with the rain
In present days, it's hard to be sane. . .
However, we shan't end your joy
We'll smile with what your words employ
If we, by chance, seem insecure
Annoy you with doubtings, irritably stir
Now you may see the source of our pain
We'll do our best not to complain
my tea is gone
The embers cold
I must move on
Could I have told
Would someone hear old tales of woe
Listen to familiar pain?
The question hangs in empty air
Echoing the sound of rain
Now, I suppose, I'll leave again
Things are no longer fit for me
Before I journey to the shore
I'll have another cup of tea