Lying on a pillow
crying tears.
My eyelashes crumble.
I'm trying to face my fears.
Life is hard.
Crying seems easy.
Only in private though.
I don't want to seem needy.
They say crying makes you strong
then why do I feel weak?
I don't understand things.
Why i haven't reached my peak,
Weeping on my pillow
I start to bethink.
It's all right to be me.
My fears start to shrink.
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Author:
Crystal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 28th, 2018 20:05
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
I enjoyed your piece. I enjoyed even more because, in less than thirty seconds before I read it, I wrote a fusion poem entitled, 'In His Image'. Please read it. It may be relevant.
Jesus heals.
Persistence is key
Yes. Thank you
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