Some things held back need to be cried out. |
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Crying It OutI’ve never cried it outOh sure, there’ve been some moments in the arms of those who loved me, when the tears have come and it almost, might have happened But I’ve never cried it out Life’s longer and shorter than I planned and no one ever let me know there’s a better way to handle things, than blindly seeing them through And there’s often tightness in my chest, but I never cried it out If it seems to you there’s distance in me, that you’ll never understand, then know it caught me by surprise, this rising tide of helplessness When everyone I know needs help, but I never cried it out And I recognize these feelings often now They might show progress of a sort, this sudden welling up of pain that slides out of my eyes, but I’m afraid of things like this and just can’t cry it out Trying to change a life not good enough by the standards that I set, with all those years of struggling my way, the only way I could I find myself without a thing to teach, except the need to cry it out I need to hold you, each and all, these days and maybe you feel much the same But we’ll have to do the best we can, ‘cause I haven’t learned it yet and don’t have much to offer you, but my hope you’ll cry it out Life isn’t meant to be begun again and I wouldn’t want to anyway But I wish I’d put my arms around you, each of you and all of you, and told you yeah, it’s been okay And held you while you cried it out |
This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection CORNER OF MY MIND available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |