
You Gotta Cry Sometimes
by Joe Davis I sat in silence on the edge of my bed,with traffic jam thoughts piling inside of my head,nerves vibrating, tightening like a spider web thread, and I gently covered my chest with the palm of my hand It felt like a part of me bleeding,like every part of me leaving—even the God I believe in.I thought in secret,‘Is this what they call grieving?’ … Continue reading You Gotta Cry Sometimes