Unbidden Tears

I’m not sad, but tears flow,

Endlessly forging rivers from sorrow.

Why am I crying? Do I want to cry? No.

It’s my body that wishes to cry,

My body that begs to stop.

What does it need?

Love? Blood? Freedom?

No—

It wants to be heard.

Thoughts pour like ink from a pen

With a conscience of its own,

Penning countless words

In restless pursuit of freedom.

It seeks rest—

But tirelessly it writes,

Billions of words

Stacking against the soul,

A tapestry woven of untold stories,

Anchoring me in place,

Holding me still—

The vast world waits, calling,

Yet here I remain,

Bound beneath the weight

Of words unsaid.

Sorry haven’t been writing poems that much