There are things that make us cry inside even when were are not showing it on the outside.  They may be different for each of us yet all of us have those things which crush our heart where no one else can see.  Is it loss?  Is it regret?  Is it things long ago we simply cannot let go of?  Is it empathy?  Is it compassion?  Do we want something so much better for those we love–more so than they want for themselves?  Is it watching someone else self-destruct while we are helpless to help?  What is it that makes us cry on the inside?  How can we make it stop?

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