Sunday, April 28, 2013

Liquid Conversation

One Single Impression (Liquid)

I'm so sad.
I've never been able to cry.  
Why is that?
As a child crying was forbidden. 
I've seen others cry. 
Some are silent hiding their faces in their hands. 
Others weep loudly and sob.

What are you thinking 
when you see others weep openly? 
I'm afraid for them. 
But I also wish I could feel that release.  
It is okay to cry. 
It's safe to cry now. 
Safe. No, it really hadn't been safe before. 

But he was gone. 
He could no longer hurt her. 
Yes, it was safe finally. 
The word safe rolled around in her mind 
echoing down into the chambers of her heart 
and throughout the rest of her being. 

She felt the liquid roll down her cheek 
and watched as it landed on her hand. 
She touched it with her fingertips. 
The world did not shatter. 

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  1. Oh, so poignant!

    Crying releases much deeper and hidden pains.

    1. Thank you so much for visiting and commenting. Deep appreciation.

  2. When I was a child, crying was frowned upon. It's such a natural thing to cry, to release pain and frustration.

    Your poem is very sad but beautifully expressed.

    1. Thank you! I feel badly for anyone not allowed to express naturally occurring emotions.

  3. What a heartfelt poem. Such intimate feelings, one of your best I have read. Better to let the emotions flow, than hold in and destroy what's inside. I really enjoyed this one.

    1. Thanks, Rob. Wasn't sure how an internal conversation or any "conversation" would go over in prose. So much appreciate your words.

  4. It is often hard to reveal the matters of the heart. Such a vulnerable and stunning poem.

  5. there is still so much sadness reflected in this presence of freedom; intriguing

    much love...

    1. Yes, going from one sense of unsafe to another sense of unsafe yet less fear in moving to today's scenario. The world is a scary place. Thank you for reading and commenting, Gillena.