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Sometimes it's nice to shed tears
At a nice movie
Or a good surprise
Sometimes your eyes just need a wash
At times I envy those who can shed tears on command
And those who aren't afraid to let their eyes water in public
For joy, sadness, or rage
And those of us who cry tears that aren't ours
I don't mind the tears that flow for no reason
As long as I'm alone
That single tear that rolls when my eye is dry
I like crying scenes in media
That expression of emotion some so naturally try to hide
Is it weak?
Vulnerable?
Does it make us less than?
For them to be visible
For our bodies to utilize that function
When did we learn that tears are meant to be hidden
And held back?
Taught to rub them out
Wipe them away as soon as they appear
To treat them as unwanted
When they're freeing?
What's it like to have your tears wiped away
By someone other than yourself
By someone who cares
By someone who doesn't want to see you hurting
By someone who doesn't mind that you're crying at all
Who doesn't shame you for it
Or tell you not to cry
Someone who encourages you to let it all out
I'd like to know.
Knowing me, though
I'll never let myself get that chance.