Stifling of My Tears
Stifling of my Tears
Through the pain of the years.
In the face of my darkest fears.
A thousand times I wanted to cry.
Afraid of allowing something as simple as drops of water to escape from my eyes.
Afraid of what others would think of me.
The showing of my real emotions, meant exposing my vulnerability.
I dare not cry.
The stifling of my tears was the only thing I thought I should try.
Because, if you saw me crying, you would think that I was weak.
I was afraid if I cried, I would not be able to speak.
I thought and I thought, then I thought some more.
I tried in vain not to open the door.
It was not a door, it was a vast floodgate.
Quickly, I tried to hide, but I was too late.
All the pain I held onto, through all the years.
Came spilling down my face through my tears
The stifling of my tears, I could no longer do.
I wanted to pray, but back then I did not know who or what I was praying to.
My Mama said, no man is measured by the amount of water that escapes from his eyes.
Then I was able to find the freedom, not to stifle my cries.
I was allowed to endure the pain through all the years.
Now I can release the pain, because I no longer stifle my tears.
Written By Greg Sykes
August 6, 2011
Copyright © Greg Sykes | Year Posted 2011
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