POEM - Close to the Surface

The tears that form are close to the surface

They sit there waiting to arrive

Flow over the dam

Break the levee

And run down my face

When I am in that kind of mood

The mood I am talking about is tender

Raw and exposed like nerves

From a sensitive tooth

Overcome by too much cold

Or a miniscule bit of leftover food

Leaving you in a decimated groaning heap

But it isn’t physical pain that gets me

I can handle a bump and a bruise

On the outside is fine

When the hits come internally

From my happy place or one of love

I’m all welled up and crashing against the floodgates

Float on willingly down a saline river flow