“The thing that wasn’t taught to me
is to cry. To let my emotions roll down my cheeks
and feel them conquering my chest.
What I was taught to do is to push it back behind my eyeballs
and prevent it from falling.
Because if I did let them rain,
then I’m considered weak.
And so I grew up not crying over
things, no matter how big or small it is.
And I never felt so weak before
than today.
Not because I let my tears escape,
but because I held them for too long,
and they found another way to hurt me.
Internally.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
