Who will come to your rescue

when the pain is erupting

in your crumbled mind

like a volcanic explosion

and tears are rivulets

searching the crevices

of cheeks and bones

meandering closer

to parched, sagging lips

who will come

as the eyes squint

in the bright sunlight

watering with the innocent

and wary distance

where yesterday's drought

is now climaxing in

torrential downpour

like a typhoon's ghost

who will come

to watch with you

as the house floats

across the road

in tattered pieces

and flesh and blood

of parents are remnants

of history, your child

cannot cry again

only the tears welling

from deep within

must gush relentlessly

like a broken dam

and discharge with relief

freeing the mind

so don't be afraid

to cry, and cry, and cry.

Leonard Dabydeen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-be-afraid-to-cry/