If crying is poetry...

If crying is poetry than I am the greatest poet of them all.

I am crying even when there are no tears in my eyes

When my cheeks are dry

And all the passerby’s pass by

The coffee shop I worked at for a while,

Before I knew what it meant to feel.

And now I know that feeling is to dial

Down the reaction

Even as your insides are filling up with emotions

Continue going through the motions

Because no matter what happens the fabric of time continues being woven

The stars continue in silent explosion

And the only notion

Anyone has is to keep pushing as much as they can.

As much as they planned to.

Life is living in the blue,

Or living on cue

Or turning away from the truth.

I’m left with my nothing but what’s inside of me.

Liquifying in the place of tears

My heart bleeding in the face of fears

Emotions leaking out of every crack of the old home which is my body

My body which is my home

Filling with water or blood,

Blood is thicker than water.

I feel heavy.

Sinking down so messy

Into uncried tears.

Uncried poetry

If crying is poetry than I am the greatest poet of all.

Each year, each tear a poem falls

And the unrest calls

The burden of feeding this feeling - a haul.

If crying is poetry I am the greatest poet of all. And nothing can silence my cry.