I thought I was done with crying
Because tears are meant for pillows
I was away from mine
And yet I could not hold them back
They spilled
And ran
And slid down my face
In a waterfall
I could not contain
In the middle of dance class
I think it was a combination of things
And I was just driven over the edge
I felt faint earlier that day
And had to run to the restroom
And j u s t b r e a t h e
That was not sadness
That was sickness
But the sadness
Built up inside
Came out on the dance floor
As I performed each motion
At the barre
Under the scrutiny of my harsh
Teacher’s eyes
It really wasn’t her fault
It was just her tough critics
That let me feel the pain
And take the blow
More than usual
All of those pent up feelings
Flowed out of me
But the only reason why I didn’t break down sobbing
Was because I was in class
And couldn’t afford to
Thank goodness for battements
Because otherwise I would have been in a heap on the ground
And now it comes out again
I don’t know if it’s the tests
Or the grades
Or the drama
Or my parents
Or the pressure
But things were okay
I’m getting along with my sister
For one of the first times ever
I have two more days of school left
I met some awesome people this year
Next week is the mission trip
It’s almost my dance recital
I’m excited
But the tears come out again
And I just can’t stand it
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Long Way Home
SpiritualPart 2 of the "Contemplative Compositions" series. After "Things to Think About" but you can read them in any order! Happy reading! FanTABULOUS cover by: @silentlaughter