Cry

When the birds start chirping,

like a shards of glass in a glass jar,

Spinning around and working

the noise in circles to hear from afar,

Close your eyes for a moment.

Close your ears for a moment.

And let it all out.

No one to apologize. Just let it out.

No time for stoics, heroes or whatnot.

Just hold on. Grip it tight and let it all out.

9.6.2024