Researchers say crying is inborn

I had to learn how to cry

I stifled the sight of my tears

Away from the taste of salty crystals on my tongue

Afar from the expression of my fears

I fell, and let the pain ball up in my chest

I kept running

I couldn’t rest

They talked and I suppressed,

Their jagged words to the pit of my stomach

It churned inside of me and ignited a fire

Creating a wave of boiling frustration

Don’t look. Just…not right now.

I’m not a crier

Anxiety has always had me in a chokehold

And my throat tensing up into knots

My voice was hidden

Ridden by the selfishness to share my tears

I had to let it go

Precipitate a world of puzzlement

And burdened feelings

And allow for the healing

With first a tear upon my cheek