Who will come to your rescue
when the pain is erupting
in your crumbled mind
like a volcanic explosion
and tears are rivulets
searching the crevices
of cheeks and bones
meandering closer
to parched, sagging lips
who will come
as the eyes squint
in the bright sunlight
watering with the innocent
and wary distance
where yesterday's drought
is now climaxing in
torrential downpour
like a typhoon's ghost
who will come
to watch with you
as the house floats
across the road
in tattered pieces
and flesh and blood
of parents are remnants
of history, your child
cannot cry again
only the tears welling
from deep within
must gush relentlessly
like a broken dam
and discharge with relief
freeing the mind
so don't be afraid
to cry, and cry, and cry.
Leonard Dabydeen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-be-afraid-to-cry/
