Tears Talk

The first thought of this day 

It's here- the book 

A first,
second,
or fifth- loved just the same

 

Yet hidden in this delight, 

I find a niggling thought
that whispers: 

you didn't say what you wanted to

You said too much,  

you said too little 

You fool, 

you looked terrible  

With tears in your eyes
In that place

And I stand strong 

shut my ears  

and shake my head- I don't listen

to this voice 

today

I was with friends, I retort 

people I came from 

and those who come from me

They don't care 
about more or less
T

hey've let me be 

And for them I spoke 

And for those who weren't there 

That live in my heartbeat, 

each one

Leave, now 

You Sly Critical-Voice-Of-Days-Bygone 

 

I command,recognizing this whisper, 

Let me show you the door 

Don't bother coming back
  

My tears come
from a place of strength

courage 

and as Disha knew long ago, 

at the tender age of 3

From joy

I'm like this only

And it's okay