Are you ready to cry yet?
It’s been a while since the awful suffocating in my chest.
The first feeling of dread that washed over me.
The first hitched breath, the first hastily wiped away tear.
It’s been a while since I held back my tears forcefully.
So am I ready to cry yet?
Every day it feels a bit heavier, the weight of what I hide inside.
The little feelings that slip through only worsen the pain.
I can’t feel happiness anymore, I feel so numb and hurt.
I think that if this goes on longer, I might go insane.
Can I cry yet?
Today I watched as the feather landed gently on my heart.
I watched as I buckled under the pressure.
I felt the tears spring to my eyes and choked as I held them back.
I broke as I tried to support the weight of the feather.
Am I ready to cry yet?