“When I want to cry, I don't / and sometimes I cry without meaning to.” - words by Nicaraguan poet Rubén Darío from his poem Canción de Otoño en Primavera (Autumn Song in Spring) back in 1905.
Sometimes it’s hard to predict when tears will fall.
For proud tears, it’s not a matter of when, but how.
Proud tear
Proud tear resisting—
waiting for a smile
to go unnoticed—
it's not attention
it wants,
it's care.
Recognition sought,
on its soul's journey—
from sorrowful dawn
to dignified spark,
it holds,
its light.
No audience awaits—
no eyes to receive—
no finger to wipe...
only cold silence,
no hope,
not care.
Smooth dying outline,
silhouette on lips—
last suffocated sob—
proud tear surrenders,
its fate,
its light.
— Cae Rivas —
There's dignity in suffering alone, but there's also tragedy in it.
This poem is for anyone who’s had to hold back tears and anyone who’s had to wait for solitude to let them free.
Some silences are louder than screams. What tears have you held back that deserved to fall?
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Thanks to The Blossoming Bean for helping me with the voiceover.
Thanks to you for reading, here’s a hug for you 🫂
And I’ll see you next time.
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Very subtle catch of those hidden moments! Beautiful! 🤍
Yeah, this was really good amigo. Only Alone time, is cry time.