How does one cry?
It's easy to sense their presence
But not easy to let them go.
Every tear I've ever shed
Meant something
Every tear I cried was for a loss.
Every time I cry I lose a part of myself.
In this loss I open up
Revealing far more than I want even myself to see.
So I conceal my tears.
Stifling sobs with bathroom tissue
Ends a sure onslaught.
Why weep?
Why unwillingly bare a soul?
Something so precious
Few endure to view.
Tears are but a release
So when the slaty rain ends its bidding
A rainbow spouts and evaporates the loss.
Tearsa are burdens locked inside
Ones I wish to bear alone as well as I can on my own.
I want to cry, I really do.
But my fear is too great to lose
What little I love to a comfy pillow.
How does one cry?
When one knows not a decent reason why?
Or when the faucets are on, no one notices
For the roar is so deafening
We can't hear what's screaming inside.
Written 1-11-01