As The Tears Drop

Can hear her

As she cries

At life's injustices

She has endured

In silence.

Wondering

Who was suppose

To save her

From this?

When

No one answered

Her pleads

For help.

You see

I'm her

Crawling out

Into the light

Decades later.

Scared

But wanting to

Embrace the light

Without jumping

At every single shadow

Behind me.

Like a petrified child

Lost

In the local mall

Looking for someone

To trust

But finding no one.

Knowing

I can't stay here

If I want to

Continue my healing

And bathe

In the sunlight.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

It's hard to carry the pain that's inside, sometimes it's pride, other times we may feel that no one would believe us. Or perhaps it's shame. Whatever it is, the healing always begins with tears, taking the next step after that is the difficult one.

[therisa]

Trust me, Ana, it wasn't pride that caused these tears, but years of abuse, by various family members and the kids, on the schoolyard. And yes, I did try to speak, but no one would listen to me. August 14, 2015, will mark the 8th anniversary of my opening up and facing these memories, head on, after burying them, behind mental walls, for several decades.

[Matching Socks]

That's the biggest shame then, that no one would listen. :-(

[therisa]

Too many people fall, into this crack of society.