I Cried A Little.

A Poetic Story.

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Days have passed,

With pain inside my heart.

Suppressing it hard,

It could tear me apart.

I thought it was time,

Time to be smart.

I should cry a little,

It will help me restart.

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Once I cried, watching a film.

Twice I cried, thinking about my kiln.

I knew I was crying for outside reasons.

Yet, I was sure, I wanted to cry this season.

I wiped my tears & went to sleep.

All I could think about was my own film.

The story of my life & how it’s turned out.

I couldn’t sleep. 

No matter how many times I turned, rolled or counted the stars!

I went to another room, sat in the dark,

To see if it was the film that had given me this part.

A part to play inside my head.

To feel that it was me in the story who’d broken her heart!

Turns out, it was the trigger I was waiting for.

It gave me all the reasons to cry a little in the dark.

I cried & wiped them off my face.

I knew it was important & healthy for me to give up at last.

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I went back to sleep after it all.

I slept in a few moments to believe it or not!

It was a sound sleep afterwards.

I woke up the next day feeling fresh as a flower.

Crying has helped me before, but not when I was addicted to it.

It helps me balance my emotions in ways I couldn’t want.

Yet, crying a little once in a while is a sign,

That you know you’re human,

And you love yourself to be sometimes vulnerable,

& sometimes, to be fine….

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