Interlude with Poetry

 Letting Go

I cry. 

In the early morning, when no one else is around. 

So they don't see me. 

I cry. 

In the shower, so that it all gets washed down the drain.  

Then no one will hear. 

I cry. 

While alone and staring out a window at the grayness of the world. 

It hurts but I do it. 

I cry. 

In the back places of my soul so that no one knows that I do.

Until my chest is too tight to breathe.

I cry.  

When I finally can't hold it back any longer. 

Feeling bad for me?  I do, too.