Day 100, so 100 is the theme of my poem!

I can't believe I've been doing this for 100 days! Only 265 more to go and that doesn't intimidate me at all... [eyes dart side to side] I'm learning that it is okay to cry and maybe that I have been avoiding it. 

A Hundred Ways to Cry

When someone dies

when someone cries

when you hurt yourself

and no one tries to help you

newborn eyes

sleepy sighs

fear of someone leaving

frustration when they don't

a mean thing said

a hard thing heard

a sleazy line

a dirty word

a golden band

secured on hands

paper thin with age

laughter unobscured

hallmark

hormones

testosterone

ego

letting go

victory

defeat

unable to eat

unable to sleep

your child's first day of school

your child's last day of school

the glow of a Christmas tree

a timely compliment

tears brimming up and spilling over

red rimmed eyes fatigued

or gently falling from the crinkles of a smile

there's a hundred ways to cry

and I haven't lived till I've cried them all.