These Days

The fragility of emotion that makes us human.




By: Rebekah Orth


These days, I am always holding back tears.


If you asked me to cry, I could at any moment.


I cry because the sun feels good.


I cry because the man on the street smells like oranges.


I cry because someone said something smart.


I cry because humans aren’t so complex, we are simple creatures, lost.


I cry because of periwinkle paint.


I cry because the geese get to swim in the sunset.


I cry because my brothers are healthy, like growing trees.


I cry because the world is good.


But I also cry because I am flawed.


I lied, I lie often. I failed, I fail often.


I feel guilt in my toes.


I am addicted to everything everyone else is addicted to.


I pity myself, I bite my nails off, I will die.


But I must say it feels good to write down your flaws.


To hold a flame to all your ugly guts, and see that it’s all just human blood and flesh.


I am bones and brains.


I am a creature, scratching, searching.


I am trying.


I am crying.