In times of crisis,
feelings can elude me
and I must watch from my head,
knowing for months or years
the gravity of what has unfolded,
benumbed in silence while others emote
grandly . . .
and I wonder why I
can't.
But later,
when present is past
and the drowning hubbub has ceased,
in swoops the enormity of the truth --
all the more striking against a subdued backdrop --
unlocking all of the feelings that rightly belong to it,
spreading its wings
wide
to catch my flowing tears.
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