Some say that tears, when shed, are healing
Why don’t I feel healed then
I can tell you why
But will you accept the truth
Accepting responsibility
and showing that you understand
Are the steps to move forward
There is a problem here
Deep rooted
Like an old tree in the middle of the woods
stands tall, but the inside is rotted
These tears, you have mistaken for sorrow
Let me clarify
They are rage
They escape, so I do not lash out
Do not nod your head as if you understand
Do not make any excuses
An excuse is just an excuse
I’m not one to forgive twice
I believe that’s where we all go wrong
Forgiveness is a grace given
I have just so much grace to give
Once these tears stop
and my nails stopped digging into the palms of my hands
I will say what needs to be said
In a calm manner
Till then, you need to leave
say nothing
Because the pounding in my ears
Drown out every word you say








Superb
Thank you, Thomas 😊
Love your spacing… very effective emphasis. Second person narrative is such a powerful literary POV, and you’ve taken full advantage. The conversational tone reflects the overwhelming effort to maintain control. The piece is as much about self as it is situational management, and I think the limited information provided makes it all the more relatable.
Thank you for letting me know that this is a relatable piece. It is not always easy to publish something that you second-guess yourself about. I really appreciate it, DK;))
You’re right, and it’s important to defer the temptation of providing too much information. Poetry is frequently vague. That’s what makes it beautiful.
Very raw. Love it and the feeling of emotion you managed to pull through the piece. Great build up and payoff.
Thank you, Wil;))l
Powerfully penned, Fia. There is venom in those words my friend. Incredible write. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian 😊
Heavy! Like this a lot.
Thank you, Keith 😊
This is incredibly raw and honest. The way you describe the tears as rage, not sorrow, feels so real. Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for reading this. Poemstar