I think I stopped liking to cry
when I realized
my pain wasn't visible.
You see, to go back to being
loud-
to being in the
center spotlight-
There is an art form you must perfect:
Always smile.
Carry your laughter
upon your shoulders.
Walk with spirit in your step.
Your eyes,
your eyes must
radiate
delight and joy.
It was hard to find moments of weakness.
It felt wrong to cry, sometimes, when my
emotional vulnerability was not met with
understanding or warmth.
But rather demands to stop.
So, that must be it.
- It's okay to cry, i know this now. Sometimes i forget though.
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passenger
Poetry(poetry and short story collection) "please come home" / my body and soul long to shatter the dissonance and become , one.
