A Night I Couldn’t Cry

A Night I Couldn’t Cry

There was a night the tears stayed still,

a night my heart refused to break,

though the pain was sharp and deep,

my eyes remained unbearably dry.

I lay in dark with clenched-up hands,

my thoughts like storms against my skull

every wave of heavy ache,

beat hard but brought no fall of tears.

I begged my heart to let me feel,

to free the grief I held so tight,

nothing from my body moved,

as if the sorrow froze in place.

The silence pressed against my chest,

a weight that grew with every breath,

all I wished for in that time,

was one soft moment of release.

But when the dawn began to rise,

a faint relief began to stir,

though the tears had stayed behind,

my spirit found a way to move.

Some healing starts without a sound,

though no tears were shed that night,

the quiet shift inside my bones,

became the first step out of pain.