Saturday, November 17, 2012
My eyes sting. They burn with an all too familiar dryness.
Dryness from the tears I refuse to let fall, tears I keep locked in a box in the corner of my heart.
They're there, just not allowed into the light of day or into the darkest of nights.
They dare not stain the fabric of my pillow or cause make up to run down my cheek.
With tears come emotion. I've learned to keep emotion buried deeply inside for self preservation.
When the tears come, emotion floods my being, a being that cannot take on the overwhelming depth of pain, real or perceived.
Until a time comes when they can be loosed a happy face must prevail, tears must be withheld and my eyes, my eyes will continue to burn.