I do it at
night. Nobody around. Just me in my mind. Only the city sees me
Friday night was
trying to rain but it could do no more than a foggy mist. I felt
much the same way.
The call from
the cradle was more than I could bear that night. My kids, too
young to know how much they need their dad silently call for me.
Their future speaks out desperately pleading. I numb my soul to
them fearing the pain within.
The lights were
out on the Chicago Theater marqee... it was very late. The misty
heavy air fogged my glasses and drops of water fell to my cheeks and
down my face. I knew they weren't my tears and didn't wipe them
welcome the thought of crying but tonight was different.
To allow my
heart to cry would break the dam that protects me. The flood would
drown my soul and I would be lost in a dark sea of tears.
I must manage my
tears. And so I cry. Alone at night. Nobody around. Just me in
my mind. Only the city sees me crying.