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
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Author:
Anthony Hanible (
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Comments4
When I was younger there were times where I just couldn’t cry at all .. I just felt empty and numb . But now I do sometimes . There’s nothing wrong with crying ..
This poem presents crying as a sign of weakness perceived but acknowledged and possible. Very nice
You are quite the poet, this is exceptional!
Blessings to you, Katie
It will be because something inside me
Finally stopped pretending
It was stone
Even mountains erode
When no one is watching
very nice.
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