A Poem

Emotions happen.
Feel them. Ride Them.
And Bounce Back.
The ride will repeat>
Curves will sharpen, twist, and change.
But There is Bounce Back.
There are others
Crying in closets.
There are others
screaming in pillows and hitting air.
You are NOT alone
NOT today or on that special holiday.
Nor am I.
Ugly Cries and Pretty Faces.
Wine, Chocolate, and Friends.

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