Your tears were not meant to be hidden,
Crying is not vain,
And holding back till you feel bedridden
Is not saving others from pain.
Tears are beautiful in their own right.
They are coals of hurt in your heart
Finally relenting to the pressure.
They become modest crystals shining softly,
Transparent, and quietly running down your cheek.
YOU ARE READING
In the Waiting
PuisiSometimes we all feel a little stuck and this poetry book is to remind you, you aren't alone. God is walking right there beside you the whole way through. One day in your life, probably multiple times in your life you're going to come to a point whe...
