i cry

  • Sometimes i cry cry cry
  • And i don’t even know why

 

  • i let the tears flow flow flow
  • Even if it means, my vulnerability being on show

 

  • “Don’t cry.”, sometimes others will say
  • As they try to make the tears go away

 

  • “But why, oh why, should i not cry?”, i retort
  • For in the game of life, sometimes i, others, and things fall short

 

  • The pain can be so deep and searing
  • It’s like a jagged dagger twirling through the flesh of one’s being 

 

  • Somehow the tears are a balm
  • Wondrously their flow restores inner calm

 

  • The tears are a Gift from one’s Soul
  • For they bring light to what was once a deep dark hole

 

  • But I must say, not all the tears are mine
  • Sometimes I cry for those who tow the hard line

 

  • There are those who their tears they do not show
  • For they keep them buried deep in frozen snow

 

  • There are those who think they must must must 
  • Be strong unto themselves and others not trust 

 

  • There are those who keep the tears all to their inner selves
  • They keep them bottled up in dark cellar shelves 

 

  • They become masters at holding back
  • Until I come around and pick up their emotional slack

 

  • Their thoughts I know and their feelings I feel
  • For the Spirit of All can penetrate even think steel

 

  • What they will not allow
  • My Heart and Body become their emotional cat’s meow

 

  • I cry their uncried tears 
  • Bringing a ray of light to their hidden fears

 

  • i am an empath, you see
  • my sensitivity, a Gift of Service to thee

irena as i am                                                                                                           06/04/2018