I think something’s wrong with me.

I don’t cry often.

When was the last time I _did _cry?

I can’t remember…

What I do remember is

The purging of tears from my body felt good.

The release of stress, anxiety

Letting the wall down felt so good,

After holding them up for so long

Trying to repair the crack in my own.

I let it break.

Let the surge of salty tears come rushing out

until there is nothing left,

and I can sleep.

Rebuild the wall, and let it hold for another six months

before something inevitably breaks it again.