The last teardrop

My forlorn eye musters only a solitary tear, a salty,burning drop holding the last vestiges of what was and could have been.Dry sockets released the flood of weeping months ago, and like a leaking faucet whose incessant drip, drip, drip drives the sane towards madness, I expell the briny, wet residue of torment.A dehydrated spirit engulfs me, and ironically I drown in self- doubt and what ifs. Unsafe bridges over dry ravines burn,and repair seems unlikely.I yearn for the respite of a sweet rain's redemptive water, but the drought continues.

Resuming

I took almost a month off of writing anything because I felt drained and needed a while to let go of some unresolved anger towards my daughter.I just got back from a trip to California only to find out she had broken into our home again and took ten bottles of my very good wine and all of my liquor so she could have a party in our home - sex, drugs, alcohol and carelessness without qualms or remorse. She drove my car( she doesn't have a license); we found remnants of pot, and I have some broken items including two chairs. I tried to get a restraining order but that is only good for perpetrated violence. This incident is considered "illegal trespassing" and carries no real consequence because Gina 's "official" residence is still our home. I have written before about the lack of support from school, mental health and the police/"justice" system. I wish she would go far, far away. She is the bane of our existence.

I will be on hiatus until 8/1

I have been watching a tremendous number of games - Wimbledon, World Cup, baseball and my usual " Jeopardy". Since I finished the last piece of the fiction puzzle, I feel like taking a break, and letting my head stop spinning. Besides, I have had a horrid stomach virus which has lasted over a week- a real puny feeling.