POETRY
expanding tears
…
i didn’t know
before i learned
to weep
but there are even more kinds of tears
sadness
laughter
joy
grief
i know you know this
i mean the tears of sorrow
i refused to weep
for long years
the ones
buried
so deep
i didn’t know them
until I felt
their heat
i thought i was mad
as
in angry,
not insane.
i never was
this
or that
but they almost had me
believe
their dream
and made me
who they wanted me
to be
i feel them now
because these ragged
raw and honest tears
revealed my truth
tears of grief
buried so deep
i forgot
the parts
i lost
along the way
beneath them.
i’m not
beneath them
anymore
now i know.
locked
liquid heat
behind closed eyes
a weight that Is
more than
Just sadness
solid and real
the parts
of me
long forgotten passed
sometimes
i don’t even know why
i cry
them
these tears are
so more than enough
big hot n’ heavy
i’m not sure how
i could’ve missed them
all along
or let them slide
decidedly
deeply
different
to the other tears i’ve cried
for apparent losses
that were blindingly not;
for love stories
that should’ve never been;
for people
laying shit off on to me
and i allowed this
because i thought i had no place
believing anything
anyway.
easy tears
for superficial things
reflecting
broken shattered slivered
mirror pieces
and reflections
of other peoples’
unfulfilled dreams
and rejections
They were not my tears to shed.
the in-the-dark-hard
quiet heated ones
are mine
they’re different
when the light is on
and i know them
now
because
they’ve shown
me
The Way Home
and carved a path
in my Wake
to follow back
to me
Time is our most valuable commodity and I really appreciate you spending some of yours with me.
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