Real women don’t cry

I feel incomplete    
There is an empty space inside my skin    
a void containing all pain    
    intangible
without any light or colour
I want to cry

Be strong  –an echo with mom’s voice
Tears only bring troubles
You shed them too often

I try           I improvise a sarcastic smile
               mocking my own weakness
No more tears!  –I write

Hours pass by        maybe days
a week with disguised sadness
Innocent unshed tears wonder in the dark

I try           I hold my head high
               keep my back straight
Remove those thoughts!  –I require

I breath the next moments
 one     by       one
The air feels still



An ephemeral impulse makes me forget    
commands
instructions
all  echos



I lay down  and  cry …

_____Adriana Citlali
X-IX-MMXIV

Written for today’s prompt at Poetics – Bringing Light to Darkness | dVerse.