my eyes are a dam the weight of the world pressing against them and yet, no matter how much I want to, the tears do not come
oh, how I long to cry how I wish the emotion within me would come pouring, sobbing, flowing, gushing out
how I wish that the pain and heartbreak would burst through my chest so that it all might feel real giving me a justification for my grief
years of learning how to emotionally repress only to find that I’ve become too good a prisoner of my own habits
my eyes are a dam don’t mistake the walls of my face for the lack of softness in my person
I am small, and delicate a wildflower beneath the boot of Life
