Tears

 

When I was a kid 

At church

A family friend played the violin

And what I heard was both a beautiful and profoundly sad melody

And while the priest passed the holy sacrament to the parishioners 

I didn't even realise that I was crying

But I was

Why was no one else crying?

Were they affected by the music in this way?

‘Hey’

 My Dad consoled me with his hand on my shoulder 

'Everything is okay'

 

But now I recognise 

That my tears brought on by the violin

In church that day

Were hardly a ‘one off’

Conversely

They were the beginning of an array

 

 

 I cry when I'm tired

Sick

Hormonal 

Or Sore

And I cry when saying goodbye to those

Who I love and adore 

 

I cry when I’m happy

I cry when I’m sad

And when I’m watching a documentary

Regardless if it’s ‘feel good’

Or ‘feel bad’

 

Ive cried after sex (apparently thats a thing)

Although I think I may have done this because I saw it once on a movie 

And decided to try it out

As a ‘why not’ experimental fling

 

If it’s been a hard day

And the person serving me a hot chocolate is  rude to me

For no reason

I might cry from that too

 

I guess from all this

It seems like I might cry a lot

And I guess perhaps I do…

 

Crying is a truth being told

Yet it can have you feeling like a fool

Albeit 

Tears are the rich salty stream of vulnerability

So

who cares whether or not it’s ‘cool’

 

I’d rather cry than feel nothing

Or try to appear strong

 

When we feel

We know we are human

And with that

Tears remind us

That we belong