The Journal of W.R.R.
The pressure stills
then silence, a moment
milk spills, not allowed to cry
~ ~ ~
© W.R.R. 11/3/1995
“not allowed to cry.” does so much emotional damage to a child. We learn to hold in our feelings or to stuff and not feel them. When we become adults, we have forgotten how to feel and have to relearn that necessary process. Thank you for sharing your story through your poetry.
Thank you, Patricia; it took years before I could handle allowing comments on my poetry. It still scares me, I fear some people might be unkind, for all the usual reasons… So thank you for being kind. I’m working on changing all poem entries to allow comments, but it will take time (and perhaps more courage).
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