Sometimes I find myself wishing to be more explicitly emotional, like these exquisite fragile women who can make tears as easily as a smile.
I am the type of person that when I encounter something cruel or sad, it is as if my heart wrenches so hard that I cannot utter a word and my face freeze, not revealing anything.
Because of this I have many times been reproached as cold and unfeeling and even though these words hurt me deeply, I react in exactly the same way turning almost defiant in my pain.
On these occasions I remind myself of a saying I once read:
"Small sorrows have words, big sorrows are mute."
It comforts me a little proudly thinking that I feel much and therefore I am quiet, but still deep inside I can feel my heart clenching tight until I am breathless, when I hear the words "why aren't you crying?".
you know this reminds me alot of pain from other people Like some of my friends that have past been abused or what ever (I know this poem isn't about abuse) but most of them have a smile on there face and act like there fine but I know they have pain deep inside but refuse to say what they really feel any ways this is a beautiful but sad poem
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