It was instability
The very opposite of being in control
There was guilt
An acknowledgment of wrongdoing
It was emotional
Pains in the tummy
Rattles in the headspace
No one else was present
It wasn’t a shared success
But what if it could have been
What if someone
Could have helped
At that point of vulnerability
Imagine if the tears
Could have been encouraged
To flow without restraint
Then, if with that person
An open conversation
A discussion of and from within
Wouldn’t that equanimity
Be worth having
More than the velvet sacks of silver
