How to Cry

I learned how to fly

With words on a page.

I learned how to laugh

With dancing letters.

That’s all well and good for me

I love and adore it

Am amazed by the passion

And life

My poems bring to heart.  

But though laughter and life and light and flight 

Are important,

The true lesson I learned 

Does not lie in those bright things.

For I learned how to cry.

I learned how to write a hundred words 

Through tears. 

I learned how to write two hundred words

Through silent sobs.

I learned how to understand my broken,

Battered,

Beaten

Soul. 

I learned how to pour it out.

And I learned 

How to cry.