November 13, 2012

It's time...to cry

I use to be annoyed by the tears that swept my cheeks.
Ashamed of my red face and how my eyes got so wet
my nose runny with snifflely noise
my face squished trying no let a word slip out

 Numbness called me and i returned to call it mine
 a  waste land with nothing to replenish
nothing to hide, no red face, no words

Fighting it for years,
 but i was dying, one storm
would be the only thing that could save

i would grow again
and find  strength of it would come
with words to say  i arose
 to find a new day.


And now i
hear the tick of the clock
 like clock work,
it calls me
 I know
It's time... to cry
 
 

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