Months later,
long after I felt sure
I’d freed every
imprisoned tear
I could possibly shed,

you were kind to me
for a moment.

What a shock to learn
they’d not actually
gone anywhere.

they’d relentlessly replenished
and were stored up,
just beneath my skin,
waiting for your
single moment
of kindness
to free themselves
and quickly fill my eyes.

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6 Responses to Tears

  1. David says:

    You can’t heal if you don’t cry.

  2. Linda says:

    I like this poem CJ. I’ve never been very successful at fighting back tears.

    • cjromb says:

      I was great at it for years. What I learned this year is that holding them back is a bad, bad idea. But even so, I’m surprised at how easily they come back after I think they’ve all been shed.

      Thanx for reading and commenting. Check out what’s been going on…I have TONS of stuff in July and August on this site. I’ve been having such a blast writing…although you might not guess that from some of the content. 🙂

  3. jeffrey harris says:

    I good healthy tear letting can do wonders. Sometimes they replentish all to quickly.

  4. Karen Schertz says:

    I’m definitely a crier, mostly when I’m angry or when I’m touched by something or someone. When I’m sad I swallow them, until eventually a dam bursts. I’m learning to accept my emotions, and to just let them go, but sadness is still a tricky one for me.
    Love this CJ! Keep on sharing. And don’t worry about tagging me as long as you post them on FB – I’ve found that I’ve been staying caught up much better than I thought.

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