An adaptation
For the overly--
No, not overly--
Potently emotional.
(As if silence was courage.)
But today I heard them,
My tears,
Hitting the feather filled deco pillow on my futon.
A steady thump/thud(?)
A hollow and dull round sound;
Pounding/beating(?)
(And I really thought this in that moment)
Like my heart.
Author Bio:
Trisha Kc Buel Wheeldon recently got up the courage to say out loud that she is a writer. A west coast native, but her current adventures have landed her in Eglin AFB, Florida with her husband, son, and daughter. She studied creative writing at Brigham Young University-Idaho. She writes both poetry and creative nonfiction. Her stuff has appeared or is forthcoming in Peaches Lit Mag, Segullah, and Mothers Always Write, Boston Literary Magazine, The Salal Review and elsewhere. Trisha's other love is yoga because the practice makes her feel like the phrases and pauses of a poem. Connect with her at https://www.facebook.com/trisha.wheeldon, https://instagram.com/kcbuel/, and https://twitter.com/kcbuel.