forbidden tears

“Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlying our hard hearts. I was better after I had cried, than before–more sorry, more aware of my own ingratitude, more gentle.”

― Charles Dickens, Great Expectations

i am awake
in a hazy morning sleepiness

gazing over the city that is drowned in mist
i churn in my head
how many more identical mornings
promising identical ends to the day
shall my weak bones carry

‘why won’t you come home
your father has bladder cancer’
i dreamt last night

a man is crying on the street
he wears a spotless white button-up and dress pants
a woman strokes his arm

he looks up
towards the scraping end of the building
maybe his red eyes are searching for the sky

i wish more men gave their tears permission to flow
to bask in the glory of possession of that
which makes you cry

emotions are heavy
they grind my insides

‘don’t cry, don’t cry’

nobody wants to hold your tears
and lick the saltiness

put your tears in a jar
and store them on your heart

put your feelings in a jar
and store them in your gut

put your thoughts in a jar
and store them on your feet

put yourself in a jar
and store it in your mother’s womb

do you forbid your tears from trickling down?

20 Responses

  1. Fantastic poem – really powerful words!

    If you like, I was thinking of nominating you for my next Sunshine Blogger Award. There’s no need to participate in the quiz if you’d prefer not to, but would you like your blog signposted for new readers to check out?

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