Talk Through The Tears
A poem
Published in
Jul 5, 2022
When was the last time
you were on the ledge?
That edge?
Your body resisted every attempt
to do it,
as if it wasn’t supposed to be
complicit. And
not into it.
I’ve seen too many of my
heroes die
without saying why
and I’m over here like
why not me?
What’s wrong inside me?
To live and have to explain
why my brain is so overwhelmed
by heartaches and pain
I can’t begin to ascertain.
Hell isn’t mythical;
it’s physical.
You wanted it but can’t have it
and now you’ve become it.
I’m an outsider within myself
and I make no apologies
for myself.
I don’t talk; I bleed
tears for what I shouldn’t be.
