December #2

That's Enough Tough

When you break into tears

at Denpasar Airport,

because the pain in your ear

is an octopus-invasion of throb,

you have crossed the line.

Men stare, assessing.

Women don't cry, not here,

not ever.

One man tries to steal your backpack,

for you have given permission

by being vulnerable.

The official you ask for help

wishes to put you out of sight,

for adults don't cry,

and you must expect this sort of thing

as a strong woman travelling.

The airport medical staff

tell you to stop,

because it's not that bad.

No hospital for you.

Get on the plane.

You will be fine.

In the privacy of the aeroplane toilet,

you sag, and flush away all tags attached to you.

With what's left, you cry again,

afraid and alone.

The toughest act of all

is to say “I hurt",

and it's a badge of courage

to ask for help.

— Helen Patrice