A perfectly nice lady walked by today
Said I must have gotten some sun
I’d been crying
How many streams have strummed down these freckled cheeks, the chords bitter, sad tears
Rueful and grudging
That the enemy might pay!
But on the dark moonlit side,
My gaze, stone
I do not regret the tears I’ve caused
Bitter, bitter
words I’ve said in spite
Rueful and judging
That I might pay!
Ramblings of a Medicated Lady: Words of Woe by Loria Taylor 
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May 29, 2012 at 5:54 pm
slpmartin
Oh…payback can be so painful…another engaging poem.
May 30, 2012 at 6:30 pm
medicatedlady
Payback can be painful…YES. That says it perfectly.
It seems impossible to me that anyone would care enough about what I thought to cry bitter tears over something I’ve said or done. But maybe that’s true of the people I’ve cried bitter tears over. It’s hard to gauge impact.
May 31, 2012 at 8:53 pm
Patrice Lynne Young
So much mystery and clarity. You are the queen of pain.
I rarely let anyone see me cry – perhaps that is true of others – so that we know only our own tears. Bitterness and pride. The need to feel in control, especially when control is lost. Dignity must be preserved. Tears can be saved until the dam breaks – usually via irrelevant means.