A different kind of sad

There is a sea inside me

A vast ocean that knows no limits

It has the biggest waves this sea,

And even though I have never seen a wave before, I can almost touch them

They are flooding me, these waves

They rise from the pit of my stomach,

And then to my heart which they make ache

And to my throat which they make tight

And finally to my eyes, in which they plead to break out

Let the water out,

Be free from my body that holds them, prisoners,

They plead and plead,

And it never lets them out.

I hold my aching heart, my tightening throat, my dry eyes,

I accept

This is a different kind of sad,

It is time I got used to it.