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A POEM
Tears Aren’t Just ‘Still’ Tears
A poem about “The Weight of Tears” by Ruftaz Raj
There are moments
when a sharp safety pin pierces the tip of your finger,
or when your toenail gets caught
between the closing door.
You cry—loud at first, as your heart pounds,
every part of your body in shock,
but your face stays flushed for far too long.
There are times
when your heart breaks
under a weight you never saw coming,
as if it were a gift from a loved one.
It’s just not an unexpected surprise,
nor happy tears.
The tears don’t stop,
the cry grows louder,
as the tears keep falling.
But there are also times
when exhaustion settles deep,
yet your body refuses to rest—
as certain emotions you couldn't let out.
It’s not humid inside the room,
but the air you breathe is still dry.
Sometimes the tears come rolling—
at times from your eyes,
at times from your…
