My heart has taken a lot of blows in one month alone
It’s too heavy to carry
I just pounce around like I’m unaffected
convincing myself nothing is wrong
I wake up and all I can think is
“I fasted- my faith should be stronger than ever…
Things of the flesh will not affect me.”
So I don’t bother unpacking my tears
And I don’t allow myself to feel the tides brush up on cheeks.
But there’s always that one moment where you choke, and oxygen becomes hard to swallow
That moment of release feels so so sweet
Where all facial fluids release,
where exhaling occurs after every short 5-8 inhales
And everything about crying feels so damn good…
You don’t want to stop –
Just like the bad things don’t.