Crying
Without holding back the tears
Has become a habit for me.
Almost everyday,
I either watch something sad
Or think about something that saddens me.
But it always happens in the night,
When the rest of the house is shrouded in darkness,
When everyone else is asleep
And my tear-stained cheeks,
My clumped eyelashes,
Are hidden from their eyes.
Alone in my grief, sadness, anguish
Except God, who Knows everything
And is the One who Sees all.
And that is alright.
No human needs to witness that scene
When I am clearly in a state of weakness.
God is enough for me.
He is all I need.