Fat Lines and Squiggles

I desired so greatly to just weep...to let it all go.

All the sadness...

All the frustration...

All the regrets...

All the failures...

But instead, the shower water stole my thunder,

and beat me to the punch in my gut.

My eyes longed for river ripples,

but found only dry, deserted desert-land.

It was as if my tear ducts were clogged forever,

until one blessed day someone dared to lament for me,

venturing to sort out the fat lines and squiggles of life at

hand.