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How To Cry


Curled up on a bed,
beneath the thin covers,
clutching a worn blanket,
she cries

Softly muffled by the pillow,
her sobs wrack her body,
pouring her soul into her tears,
they fall helplessly

Tears of sorrow aren't meant to be viewed
Unless by those close to the one who cries
She cries on
Quietly and to herself

A whimper or two,
no more than that
A lonely moan,
no less than that

The terms of crying
are written anew
As the girl slowly sits up
and looks out her window

Her glimmering eyes
yearn for the moon
As her chin tips back
and her mouth breathes open

A long, slow howl
A sound sung from her heart
An elegy of primal emotion
All poured into that reverberating song

To each his own
To each her own
There are different ways
For a person to cry