When the Night Begins to Cry

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Loneliness is the cruelest thing to feel. It is when the night begins to cry that we feel hopelessness engulf and consume the humanness within. It is pity that betrays a broken or abandoned heart, and defeat and guilt and despondency that hallows out what human soul there was.

WHEN THE NIGHT BEGINS TO CRY

By Al Garcia

Loneliness is the cruelest thing to feel.  It is when the night begins to cry that we feel hopelessness engulf and consume the humanness within.  It is pity that betrays a broken or abandoned heart, and defeat and guilt and despondency that hallows out what human soul there was.

And when the night beings to cry, it is life unveiled and true.  It is the night that reveals the shadows that overtake and obscure the wisps of hope that cling to dreams once had, and it is the night that reveals remnants of fading memories of love once shared, that was supposed to last a lifetime and beyond. 

The betrayal of innocence and trust, can consume and exhaust the spirit and the will to see beyond the darkness of the night, and glimpse the golden ray of light that illuminates the mountain top.

It is when the night begins to cry, that the emptiness we feel within, begins to fill with sorrow and regret for things that may have once been said or done in haste.  It is always the night that reveals the hidden and distorted truths that cloud the muddled mind and shield the cunning heart.  And, it is the scarred and tattered heart that feels the loneliness of misused time, and unused love. 

It is when the night begins to cry that loneliness becomes a part of who we have become.  Guilt becomes the hunter of the lonely heart.  Regret becomes the unshed tears that flood the battered soul. 

Life is to be lived and felt.  Life is meant for those who dream, or those who still believe in dreams and in the magic that the night may bring.  There is no way to undo the hurt or pain once caused or done, and now quieted beneath the weight of time.  There is no way to take back the things once said or things once done in moments of despair or rage, that brought tears or anguish to hearts that beat no more, or distant hearts that no longer think of us. 

Only time that can sooth an open wound inflicted by our words or deeds.  And when the night begins to cry, it is asking us to wipe away the tears, and to begin to heal the wounds that we endured or wounds that we inflicted.  And loneliness is a self-inflicted wound.  One that only self-respect, confidence and acceptance of unconditional love can heal, but only when the tears are wiped away.

Listen to when the night begins to cry.  It is an opportunity to make amends and to move forward and upward, and reach the mountain top, and see the brilliance of the ray of light that shines, even through the shadows and the darkness of all the nights that cry.


Submitted: May 22, 2021

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