Catharsis

"Like a poem poorly written/We are verses out of rhythm/Couplets out of rhyme/In syncopated time/Lost in the dangling conversation/And the superficial sighs/Are the borders of our lives." _ Simon & Garfunkel, 'The Dangling Conversation'

If to you it is like
A lavish feast after days of nothing but dew and sun
Walking feebly through vast deserts and barren wildernesses
Wait for the rest to serve, serve and serve till there's none
To scoop the last dessert and even try to munch your sudden kindness

If to you it is like
A warm furry coat during the most chilling of winters
That made heads turn when you wore it for promenades around town
Tear, rip, cut it piece for piece and add it to the fireplace embers
Swallow the lead buttons, so now you wear it inside where it cannot burn

If to you it is like
The lifeless body of a loved one previously lost at sea
That had gone so long, all you could was place an epitaph atop solid earth
Wrap all that flesh, bone with stick and heavy stone, then toss back to sea
Uproot the epitaph, make room for a back yard, garden or a secret foot path

If you have to cry
Look for a fountain
And face it...