If I cry
It won’t be loud
It will be the kind of weather
Only one person notices
A shift in the air
A small surrender of light
If I cry
It will be because something inside me
Finally stopped pretending
It was stone
Even mountains erode
When no one is watching
If I cry
Don’t mistake it for breaking
It’s just the truth
Warming its hands
Against the cold I’ve carried
Too long
If I cry
Let it be a quiet permission
A door opening inward
A soft place returning
A moment where I remember
I am still here
And still capable
Of feeling everything