Please teach me to how to cry.
Though pain has all but severed my Soul
and made me beg to die, the impregnable
shield that guards my emotions won\'t release
the fluid that\'s built up over the years...
...that bittersweet ocean of salty white wine.
I remember as a small child how I wept at
almost everything.
Though in some instances, the action that triggered
my tears may have been mild; I still felt relieved
after releasing my anguish in a flood of abandonment
that somehow seemed to extinguish Anger and Pain\'s
self-destructive fires.
But over many years, Society and countless
insecure and angry adults, told, begged - no
forced me to suppress my painful feelings.
That\'s right boy; you\'d better bring those
silly tears to a halt!
They\'ll do you no good in a football game or
or out on the battlefield of Life! Nietsche
wrote, \"What does not destroy me, makes me
stronger.\" but his mind had long since flown when
he finally died of loneliness and strife.
I want to destroy the dam. I want to release my
tears! Society and a thousand rifles pointed at
my skull can\'t hold them back this time, as they
have so painfully these many dark years.
Then finally, like a long lost brother that\'s
returned home to stand by my side; tears begin to
run down my cheek - cooling my face and flushing my
skin; performing that spiritual cleansing to heal
my wounds yet another time, once again.
Such sacred love pain seems to bring when
acknowledged and let out in the air, but bottle it
up inside you and die a thousand horrid deaths!
No more. For me, blessed tears, you\'ll always
be there.