escapees

 I heard a song, though for the life of me now I cannot remember what song it was, and while I listened and sang along, in the horribly off tempo and bad keyed way that I do, I felt wetness on my cheek. It was a single tear. There was no hitch in my throat, that I could feel or hear through my idiotic warbling, no nose sniffling, nor was there any stinging in my eyes. There was only this single tear, and then after it another, two small escapees from that place I have kept all of my emotions prisoner. I did not feel sad, my sorry attempt at singing is one of the few things that I draw real joy from anymore, nor was I unhappy or disgruntled. But somewhere, something had cracked for just a brief instant and let these two tear drops flee. If anything, I was surprised, surprised by the feeling as they slid down my cheek, so much so that I did not dare wipe them away. I let them roll down my cheek and fall away. They had worked too hard to let their freedom be rescinded so heartlessly. I granted them their freedom. Who knows, maybe someday all of the other tears I’ve kept in will follow.