weeping womanThis woman,
her eyes spiting tears,
teeth clenched with anger,

face distorted into sharp lines
as if she’s looking into a cracked mirror,
no longer knowing who she is,

her world upside down, inside out.
Picasso knew this woman,
he painted her pain.

I know her well,
have known her in the past,
will know her in the future.

She gives me no comfort,
as she has none to give.
We suffer together, empty soul sisters.

Love is all too easy for me,
I’m just another weeping woman,
another woman.

©Michele Darnell-Roberts