Tears Aren't Taboo

When was the last time you cried your heart out

and did not apologise?

When life got all messy

with your nose running streams as much as your eyes?

And your face looked like a thunderstorm waiting to happen?

You did not wait for the rain to disguise those tears.

You did not rush to the bathroom so you wouldn't be heard.
When was the last time?

Have you been stopping yourself from crying 

because they say 'girls cry all the time'?

Or you did not let that tear drop

because 'boys do not cry'?

You did not fully cry out your heart-break

when your heart was shredded,

your trust betrayed,

your dreams stamped on,

your expectations crushed.

You did not let your weary soul wail
and let out the pain it's been barricading.

You've been holding it all in for so long,

the wounds remain sore.

You've 'toughened' up

so much 

that you've turned your heart to stone.

You've stopped yourself from feeling,

letting the dams break

to release the reservoir within,

Because, they say, tears are for the 'weak'.

When was the last time you cried your heart out

and did not apologise for being the mess you aren't allowed to be?

When was the last time you cried your heart out 

and just cried?

The Deafening​ Silence

As she sat at her laptop, she paused for a while.

She was talking a whole lot without even opening her mouth.
Her fingers now moved faster across the keys,
Some might call it a skill
But she called it a handicap.
Her ability with words was slowly turning her speechless/
She wrote now, for others;
She spoke, for others'
She spoke, when her fingers flew across the keys.

Her space, as she called it, was right there.
It was when technology sat by her bedside when no one else did..
She did reach out to many, but that was in her 'virtual' space
In the physical... It was her and the damned device.

As her thoughts grew louder and louder
Her voice grew softer and softer.
She had so much to say
But no one to listen.
If someone were here would they want to listen?
She wasn't sure anymore if she could speak as easily and freely as her thoughts flowed.
No 'backspace', no 'delete' buttons, that she had grown so accustomed to.
As time passed she resigned to it,
She knew she would have to accept it,
She would gradually come to terms with the deafening silence!