Lately I Only Cry In Front of You

Heavy thoughts pull me down like cement hardened around my ankles after I’ve been thrown overboard into the chaos of the ocean.

The salt stings my eyes but my tear ducts do not open.

I forget how to cry myself to sleep, so instead insomnia stares at the ceiling.

And maybe I’ll leave the light on to catch a glimpse of hope through the waters or to cling to the idea that sometimes man can make things better.

Yet I still keep reeling until I cling to an anchor that shows me a friend that gives my eyes permission to leak their feelings.