A Million Cry

there are over a million cries in my head
a million over tears withheld
a million more sighs left unsaid
I could cry
I could scream
I could let it all out
for the world to hear
for everyone to know
that I died, I died a million deaths
over a million more times
I agonized, in pain,
in silence
but
I didn’t
‘cos
I’d rather not
better not
.
.
I was weeping in silence
I was wailing in deep solitude
I was grieving in tranquility
.
.
I kept quiet
I kept still
.
.
until you

for Sadje’s WDY https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/06/14/what-do-you-see-86-june-14-2021/

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43 Comments

  1. On the surface this is a wonderful love poem. I sense an undercurrent of repression. I think this is a perfect example of how women have endured through the centuries. We are muted until we are able to release the pent up howl. Though it is not accepted to do so without a man’s love….

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