The First Tear

I didn't smile

I didn't laugh

I didn't cry 

I didn't talk

I didn't get close

Well in the past

Before-

I don't talk about it

That first time

That small saltwater teardrop

Followed by others

Of course, it was a surprise

I thought I was broken

Indeed I am

But my brokenness is what I cherish above all else

Given to me

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

upnorthdavid

This is beautiful expression! I love the pause in the middle of this piece. It works well!

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