Do you know where the tears come from?

When I died that day,
I didn’t die.
I broke many parts but I survived.
All of me didn’t live either.
I carried the dead weight with me for years.

That’s also why I cry.

At funerals where everyone else is dry-eyed.
At weddings,
When the bride begins to walk away.
In school, when children get on stage,
Unmasked.
Crying brings me back from my dead.

I cry for grandmothers who didn’t stop to mourn.
For people who were gone before I was born.

I cry for children silenced by abuse.
I close my eyes not knowing where the tears come from.
I cry because no one else did.


Parents who hate and try to pass it off as love.
Learning to be indifferent because feeling hurts too much.
Because we are strong.
We must move on.
We must get up and dust our hands.

I cry because it is an ocean inside.
I didn’t know it.
It surprises me.
Tears come in waves.
I struggle to remember the faces for whom I cry.

I cry because he never did.
I cry because he learned to laugh when he wanted to cry.
I cry because I want to stop him but I cannot.
I cry because it bothers him.
It jolts him.

It might make him cry one day.

About Natasha Badhwar

"Because I'm a Tinker. That's who I am. Tinkers fix things. But I can't do it alone." (Pause for lots of action. Group Action......) "You did it, Tinker, you saved Spring!" I also have three children, one marriage, a million friends and one life.
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5 Responses to Do you know where the tears come from?

  1. simply me says:

    and i wait for the day when i can sit and cry, cry my heart out, so that i don't bottle up anymore smile through it trying to shove it ,hide it under many layers of my heart 🙂 🙂

  2. I cry because its the only way I know
    I cry because no one ever will for what I’ve lost
    I cry when I’m empty
    I cry when I’m full
    I cry until he would finally give in and say
    Dear child, it’s okay, I will watch over you, always.

  3. "Crying brings me back from my dead." Oh yes, this. I cry and cry. Sometimes it surprises me how close the tears are. I've decided it is a strength, these emotions, these tears. They make me more able to be there for others. They let me be there for myself. Hugs and tears…Kat

  4. Shruti says:

    http://red-stockings.blogspot.com/search?q=cryingThere is always something that is similar in all of us and the same thing that can be so so different. That was my take on tears but I have moved from that place and am looking for a new release.

  5. Sucheta says:

    You might be me. (and I mean no disrespect).I watch war movies when I can't hold it in and I need a reason to cry. Each line rang true. Every single one.

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