Sometimes when we wake up we are angry
Sometimes we shake with sobs
Wracked with aliveness
We can vacillate between awe and horror
Between sweet love and voracious fury
Its okay to feel how you feel
Its okay to pound your fists
On the beating chest of life and scream
This is not okay with me!
Sometimes we have to wail
To know the perfection.
And its not wrong, Its not unholy
Stop being sweet,
If youre an ocean of salty tears.