I cry

I cry.

I cry when I am sad. When my world is filled with unfinished friendships; when I am forced to acknowledge premature departures; when all my energy is spent watching suffering and helplessness; when I have to face my weakness and inadequacies, closed doors and deflating situations, I cry. I don’t like to cry.

I cry when I am angry. When the space around me is filled with betrayal and belittling; when my area is full of sniping and arguing; when I am in a corner and not allowed to get out of it because my captor is stronger or louder or meaner; when there is so much negative emotion and no outlet for it, I cry. I don’t like to cry.

I cry when I am happy. When my life is filled with sunshine, love and warm feelings; when I see great kindness for myself or others; when I can’t express my total joy and must do something to avoid bursting at the seams; when my surroundings are pleasing, my situation undeniably positive and my wholeness a blessing to others and myself as well, I cry. I love to cry!