Who will come to your rescue <br /> <br />when the pain is erupting <br /> <br />in your crumbled mind <br /> <br />like a volcanic explosion <br /> <br />and tears are rivulets <br /> <br />searching the crevices <br /> <br />of cheeks and bones <br /> <br />meandering closer <br /> <br />to parched, sagging lips <br /> <br />who will come <br /> <br />as the eyes squint <br /> <br />in the bright sunlight <br /> <br />watering with the innocent <br /> <br />and wary distance <br /> <br />where yesterday's drought <br /> <br />is now climaxing in <br /> <br />torrential downpour <br /> <br />like a typhoon's ghost <br /> <br />who will come <br /> <br />to watch with you <br /> <br />as the house floats <br /> <br />across the road <br /> <br />in tattered pieces <br /> <br />and flesh and blood <br /> <br />of parents are remnants <br /> <br />of history, your child <br /> <br />cannot cry again <br /> <br />only the tears welling <br /> <br />from deep within <br /> <br />must gush relentlessly <br /> <br />like a broken dam <br /> <br />and discharge with relief <br /> <br />freeing the mind <br /> <br />so don't be afraid <br /> <br />to cry, and cry, and cry.<br /><br />Leonard Dabydeen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-be-afraid-to-cry/
