those who can’t cry are weak

I can’t cry.
or rather I won’t allow myself to.I can remember the very few times I’ve allowed myself to.

I bawled my eyes out when I was thirteen;
when my mom moved out after the divorce.

I weeped like a baby when I was eighteen;
when my beloved grandmother passed away.

I shed a few tears when I was nineteen;
when I was in the ICU and my mom was crying
after news from the doctors that I might not survive the night.

But every now and then.
There’s this crumbling feeling that churns my innards.
This unbearable feeling that everything’s going to shit.
I try to cry.
But I don’t.
Perhaps it’s pride.

Just because I don’t break down,
It doesn’t mean I don’t fall apart.
because I have and I do;
on numerous occasions.

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