Crying Pages
She might not be real,
but her pain is.
Her suffering transcends the pages
and reminds me of my own –
the confusion and heartbreak
that I’ve purposefully ignored.
But now,
I don’t know where her tears stop
and mine start.
I cry with and for her,
while she cries with and for me.
We have a bond,
this fictional character and I,
one that is not limited by
time period,
circumstance,
or reality.
Because, in the moment,
all that matters is that
I’m finally not alone.
I still feel
lost,
confused,
and worthless,
but I’m understood.
And I can cry without judgment.
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