Over The Top With Dramatics Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Every piece of clothing I wore,
At one time...
Bore my own tear stains.

Over the top with dramatics?
I wish this fact,
'Was' an exaggeration with theatrics.

Back to back agonies,
Had seemed the only air...
I came to learn to breathe.

I would cling onto my woes,
As if they were new born babies.
Protectively I held them close.

And then one day,
An adjustment was made!
I forgave myself for tossing away my faith.

Every piece of clothing I wore,
At one time...
Bore my own tear stains.

Spinning I was...
In a dysfunctional whirpool of guilt.
And a remorse felt from displaced anger.

And when I discovered I was being tested.
To prove a love I within confessed,
God released me from that mess I kept!