Sometimes I cry...

 The tears sort of just start streaming.  Some say that tears are cleansing, that since the eyes are the windows to the soul that when there are clouds overhead they cannot help but bring forth rain.  I do not know how true that is, I just know that sometimes I cry. It is not always someones fault. Sometimes it is over a commercial or a song or the gut wrenching profession of love in a romantic comedy  Sometimes it is because I did not hear something that I wanted to hear or I heard too much of things I did not want to know; regardless sometimes I cry.


Some days it is a single tear that streams down my cheek and rests, salty and wet, on my lips.  Other days it is as if my eyes have become oceans and the tears stream so fast that I can not stop them nor do I try.  On rare occasions I cry for the things that I have lost or the things I stand to gain.  Other times I cry for the things that I have but just don't appreciate.

Sometimes I cry because no matter how much I have, something in me thinks that if only it was this way or that way it would be better--or better yet, if only I were this way or that way things would be better.  Sometimes I cry for the woman that I am, the woman that I am not and the woman that I see myself becoming.  The tears that I cry are sometimes ambiguous.  Some days they are tears of joy, other days they burn with a bitter sting.  Sometimes they are the tears of silent pain that is only squashed by the biting of my tongue..No matter the cause, without regard, or rhyme and reason; the truth is--Sometimes I cry..