A Salty Pillow

By day, a comfortable cushion where your head belongs.

By night, to place your head, to think of many wrongs.

In the day, you do things that you must make work.

When in bed, many rambling thoughts move and lurk.

Some good. Some bad. Now it’s the bad ones that hurt.

It’s the thoughts of loneliness that circle and assert.

Maybe you lost someone. Now dampness comes to your eye.

You think about them more. Now you break out into a cry.

Tears fall so hard. Your eyes bleed out salty tears.

The pillow soaks them up. Your cries, nobody hears.

Deep in the night is when you have all kinds of thought.

All different kinds. Many times, sadness is brought.

Once again this pillow is the sponge of your sadness.

But when daylight comes, you must envelop gladness.

That pillow may be able to take away some of the pain.

As you smile through the day, a small tear may remain.

During the day you spend time with family and friends.

Cherish these moments. If any friction, make amends.

At night on your pillow, your mind thinks many things.

Train yourself to listen to what the spirit of truth brings.

Suddenly you remember the words you forgot to say.

Try not to salt the pillow. Keep the bad thoughts at bay.

But you feel really bad because you care so much.

Tears come slowly. Your love, you closely touch.

So many reasons to use your pillow as a sponge.

If you let your mind, take the erring deep plunge.

When you weep for someone who is sick or so ill.

Let it be the hole in their soul you are trying to fill.

Because someone hurt you, your emotions now stagger.

Hurt you so bad, like being poked with a dull dagger.

Lied to you greatly, creating such a great loss.

Treated you lowly and made themselves the boss.

Gave you much pity. Like you are hopeless forever.

Not thinking that you are a worthwhile endeavor.

A salty pillow, everyone, I’m sure they once had.

To value happiness, at one time, you must have been sad.

This is a process of life. In time, you must go through.

To progress slowly. To enter the next lessons queue.

Now that your pillow is dry, your life can go on.

See positive things and possibly a new clear dawn.

Don’t be discouraged if intermittently tears return.

A slightly salted pillow is sometimes how we learn.

In order to make that pillow ready and clean.

You must throw it into life’s washing machine.

Sorrow on the evening pillow is one way to purge.

So, in the morning, a new hopeful person can emerge.

Kasey Dann.