I cry because I can,
The pain runs down my cheeks
Unchecked and unashamed.
Each smudge a symbol
Of life lost, innocence silenced,
I cry because I can.
But there are those who cannot.
Their sorrow turns inward, and so
The pain runs down my cheeks.
I am Grief, I come in all forms,
Let me embrace and comfort you,
Unchecked, and unashamed.
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See 30th May