Whenever someone around me cried.
I never cried.
It wasn't that I felt I needed to be strong for them.
It was because it wasn't my time to cry. It was theirs. And I should focus on theirs, and I'll deal with mine later.
YOU ARE READING
Finding Joy
PoetryI never spent time seeking joy. I only spent time making a bed comfortable enough in sadness to bare it. Now, I'll see and work at finding joy. This is a continuation of "We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human".
