Written by: Trudy Diane Rider

No comfort today
even my walk outside
did nothing to dispel the
roiling clouds of discontent (helplessness)
within my mind

The fight within my spirit is gone-
broken- run away- hiding
too much, too long
the breaking point-silent as falling snow
weeping endlessly - helplessly 
is all that follows

Will I lay here forever
weeping in madness
or will my strength return
once the river of tears
has run it’s course?