I, crying
with a crumpled face
with raw eyes¹
and with a runny nose.
I, crying
As predictable as sand in the desert
More pathetic without anyone near
So immense that I can't seem to contain it.
So, come out. Let all the
hidden water run².
So come out. Let it run (go),
all held grief is like standing water.
And at some point it overflows.³
You might not understand if sometimes I go around
a bit quiet, withdrawn, immersed in my sorrow.
It's just that it immediately sets me free
the moment I release it.
What is no longer useful goes away
and thus I feel lighter.