I have a love hate relationship with tearsAt times they soothe my soul while contrary to that
they bleed me dry of my energy
I think today would be an example
only the tears are unshed and my body quakes with exhaustion
with the want of their freedom
but it does not come
something inside me locks it in tight and switches off the lights
it's a small voice that tells me
you don't have time for tears
YOU ARE READING
Contemplation
PoetryPoems to feed your soul Some old and new Be wary that the content is raw and open