A Poetic Story.
Days have passed,
With pain inside my heart.
Suppressing it hard,
It could tear me apart.
I thought it was time,
Time to be smart.
I should cry a little,
It will help me restart.
Once I cried, watching a film.
Twice I cried, thinking about my kiln.
I knew I was crying for outside reasons.
Yet, I was sure, I wanted to cry this season.
I wiped my tears & went to sleep.
All I could think about was my own film.
The story of my life & how it’s turned out.
I couldn’t sleep.
No matter how many times I turned, rolled or counted the stars!
I went to another room, sat in the dark,
To see if it was the film that had given me this part.
A part to play inside my head.
To feel that it was me in the story who’d broken her heart!
Turns out, it was the trigger I was waiting for.
It gave me all the reasons to cry a little in the dark.
I cried & wiped them off my face.
I knew it was important & healthy for me to give up at last.
I went back to sleep after it all.
I slept in a few moments to believe it or not!
It was a sound sleep afterwards.
I woke up the next day feeling fresh as a flower.
Crying has helped me before, but not when I was addicted to it.
It helps me balance my emotions in ways I couldn’t want.
Yet, crying a little once in a while is a sign,
That you know you’re human,
And you love yourself to be sometimes vulnerable,
& sometimes, to be fine….