tears

You say you collect,

Every tear that is cried,

But what about the ones,

Still stuck down inside?

My sadness is broken,

The tears just won’t come,

Swallowed long ago,

When my sadness went numb.

What if my tears,

Turned themselves into smiles?

Both now are lost,

To incessant denials. 

Neither will come forth,

They no longer trust,

Me or my emotions,

So they both stay stuck.