Here I will focus the writing on poetry and commentary.

It’s okay

I’m told we act this way,

yet so afraid in my soul,

someone’s reaction

somehow gets in the way.

But it is my own heartbreak,

the ache is real,

I want to only shed tears.

Where is it, who did, why the …

concern

when we all just want to allow our pain

a visible outlet,

the human physicality of

real.

I want to cry today,

eyes well up waiting to

let go,

I wonder if those in my visible world

will understand,

or instead is there always a quiet

‘get over it’

sort of sad.

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