I cry when I am broken
Unwanted and overwhelmed
But there is no shame in crying
I cry
Like an unhappy bird with an injured wing under a tree
I cry like the roaring thunder in the midst of a spring day
I cry like a child
When a disaster takes his mother away
I cry, and I cry
I cry softly
At times, I cry soundly with no demands of sanity
I cry in a moment of depression with an aura of gloominess
To release me
From the cold clutches of insanity
And to cultivate my unconfident mind
With a new smile
And the exhilarating energy
That revolves around me
Shahla Latifi
06-19-2016
- Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 19th, 2016 18:01
- Comment from author about the poem: I initially wrote this poem two years ago while I was going through a very sensitive time. I do have a very delicate nature that can get gloomy but turn back into a blossoming mood with a hint of despair or an intriguing thought of kindness.
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Very well written and very expressive. Take out the s in releases.
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