There is no way to say
the word heartache
without underestimating
its unmeasurable strength
the sadness like frozen rain
that trickles,
little drips,
then slick sheets like
an unkempt waterfall
I sit and let it wash away
the burning pain that
I cannot put into words,
like an unearthly burden
But for what it’s worth-
The thunder has passed on.
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 
Reblogged this on Depression Diary and commented:
A really nice poem.