Tears

Sometimes,
the tears
want to come.

So badly,
they want to
roll,
plummet,
crash,
to fall into hope
instead of desperation.

They sit,
dangling
from the edges
of my eyes,
heat boiling
at the corners,
and I want to let them go,
to release these feelings,
this pain,

but I’m usually in class
with thirty pairs of eyes
staring at me,
and I know I can’t.

I must go on in that moment.

But what happens
when that’s all the moments?
The fiery salt
raging at my eyelids,
threatening,
pleading to pour?

It’s torture,
and I think
it’s loneliness.

Like the shrink said.

I’m broken
and alone
even in the
middle
of a crowd.

~Patience

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