It ebbs and flows, ever changing, ever moving,
waiting to catch me unawares
and drag me under,
to force me to submit to the tears I hate to shed.
They are a weakness and I must be strong.
Days, sometimes weeks, will pass
when the ocean tide stays out.
I can laugh, love and live.
I can be the mother my son deserves.
But the silliest things will bring it roaring in.
A sad commercial.
A homeless dog begging at my door.
A sudden memory.
And it crashes over me - washes away my will
to do anything but to hide in my home.
I feel too much
and drown in my tears.