Cry

I want to cry.

To feel the pain that’s inside of me come rolling out in the form of tears. Salty tears, that roll down my cheeks and with it roll out all the pain, anxiety and unsteadiness that I am feeling. Feeling and carrying with me, day in, day out, whilst pretending to the world that I am ok.

I am not ok.

But the tears are refusing to come. They are staying firmly in and shut away from the world, and more worryingly, from myself. They do not appear to want to be free. They are making my shoulders and head heavy, weighing me down. Maybe this is not the right time for me to cry.

But I want to cry. I want the release from these feelings so that I can carry on and be me.

©️BijM01, July 2018