When Crying Ends
Life goes on just heavier than before
When Crying Ends
After the crying stops,
something heavier remains.
Not sadness exactly,
more like emptied ground.
Tears clean the surface briefly,
then leave the mess behind.
What follows is the hard work,
no one talks about.
The body feels hollowed out,
like something essential leaked.
Breathing resumes from habit,
not desire.
People assume relief comes next,
as if grief obeys sequence.
Sometimes it simply changes clothes,
and stays.
I sit with dry eyes and no words,
emotion spent for now.
This is the part that scares me more,
than breaking down.
No soundtrack marks this moment,
no visible sign of pain.
Strength is often mistaken here,
for being fine.
I move through tasks automatically,
life continuing on cue.
Inside something counts losses,
without ceremony.
After the crying stops,
I remain.
That is not hope yet,
but it is something.
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❤️
Keep reading
More stories from Marie381Uk and writers in Poets and other communities.
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
Comments (1)
What a brilliant poem, Marie. Such words of wisdom and the absolute truth. Crying is only a temporary relief.