Is This My Lie?

I will cry
When ready
Please accept
Me for now

I refuse to cry
When so unprepared
My heart would break
And I would die

Is this my lie?

by Richard Wlodarski

Comments (2)

To finally cry can be a blessing and relief. Equally it can be the thing which washes away all vestiges of hope, and in that case it is something we need to prepare for. I feel this poem to be the words of someone who knows that and is fearful of it. Excellent Richard. Judy
When we find ourselves in the midst of an emotional whirlpool, it is not easy to portray its semblance. Thanks for sharing an insightful poem.