I didn’t feel emotionally numb,
but when my eyes began to leak, I knew
significance. They didn’t flow, but from
somewhere in me tears welled and brimming grew.
I felt no grief or sadness. I stood dumb,
and recognizing something seeping through.
A little seam of stamina emerged
I hadn’t understood had been submerged.

(Ottava Rima)

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