Cry

As a small
Child I recall
Crying but at
Thirteen I could
No longer cry
Unless alone
So when the
Time came
To cry my
Dry eyes
Hid my
Tears
Until late
At night I’d
Get up go to
Sit alone to cry
For the loss of
Family and
Tho I did
Not know it
Write poems
Unaware they
Were my
Tears
Of both
Grief and
Later of joy.
Self-aware and
I are not on
Speaking
Terms.