A Night I Couldn’t Cry
There was a night the tears stayed still,
a night my heart refused to break,
though the pain was sharp and deep,
my eyes remained unbearably dry.
I lay in dark with clenched-up hands,
my thoughts like storms against my skull
every wave of heavy ache,
beat hard but brought no fall of tears.
I begged my heart to let me feel,
to free the grief I held so tight,
nothing from my body moved,
as if the sorrow froze in place.
The silence pressed against my chest,
a weight that grew with every breath,
all I wished for in that time,
was one soft moment of release.
But when the dawn began to rise,
a faint relief began to stir,
though the tears had stayed behind,
my spirit found a way to move.
Some healing starts without a sound,
though no tears were shed that night,
the quiet shift inside my bones,
became the first step out of pain.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (1)
Good job and expressing such emotions.