Special Feature Poem

 

If you have wondered why I cry out loud

Imagine how hard it was to release

My skin is thick, epidermis endowed

Used to keep masking feelings and disease

Two years ago, outside an Irish pub

Anxiety ransacked my cranium

Broke down, moaning for mercy from above

Unstable, active as Uranium

Felt hands upon my back in my descent

Head buried on a table in the shade

Full body sobs possess no measurements

Forty-two years of trauma now displayed

A mirror broken every seven years

Loud thunderstorms accentuating tears