I could relate

I could relate
She sat beside me as we headed to town,

Looked very calm with a sad face,

Then she could look at her face from time to time,

After a few glance to her phone,

Tears started to roll down her cheek,

She typed something and looked outside,

Got a text and shed more tears as she looked at her phone.


This went on like this till our bus got to town,

The more she looked at her phone,

The more she cried,

At one point I wish she could stop looking at her phone,

Maybe she would stop crying.


Then I remember my own scenario sometime back,

I had just got bad news and was not handling the situation very well,

I was able to hold myself well for a few days,

Until I couldn't anymore,

When I was busy, I was able to escape the sadness,

But when not doing anything challenging,

It would overwhelm me.


I would find myself crying in public places ,

In the bus on my way to work or back home,

In my coffee breaks when alone,

And in my house,

I could not control the sadness,

Tears would just flow as my brain go blank,

Before confining it's self to think of only what was causing the sadness.


Comparing my situation to hers,

I understood why she could not control the situation,

No one likes to be vurnerable in front of strangers,

Especially in public places,

But immense sadness or depression,

Cares none of that.

Published by Cheche Winnie

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6 thoughts on “I could relate

  1. Decades ago, I lost my partner to a violent crime. I decided I didn’t care if my grief made people uncomfortable. Most of the time I was able to maintain “appropriate” decorum, but there were times the tears flowed.

    Americans like to think we’re open and approachable, but we are extremely uncomfortable with displays of strong emotions. A friend of mine has had significant health challenges over the last few years while also going through therapy to address issues related to loss & abuse she suffered as a child. She’s lost ‘friends’ who couldn’t handle walking this path with her. It’s bad enough that a stranger would resent a person expressing suffering, but to see people you loved and trusted turn their backs on you when you need them most? Horrible.

    When I see someone who appears to be in emotional pain, I look them in the eye and give them a soft smile. I want them to know I see their pain, and I’m not repulsed by it. I send up prayer for comfort and peace for them. Walking with a person through their pain is a great gift. I’ve learned a lot about coming to terms with loss by simply being present for another person.

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  2. I remember that I had all I could do to hold myself together, when my father died-a continent away. When my wife passed, I was 6 miles and a world away- yet I had to be strong, for everyone else. Those who were present for me made all the difference.

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