Silence and Sins

Cry.

I hate it when someone sees me cry,
I despise it.

Not because big girls don't cry,

but because it's intimate.
my tears are sacred to me.

I only cry when everything I've worked for is lost,
when things go way out of my hold
those tears stream down my face
like a chain of gold,
shining and they leave me feeling a little light
the weight is a tiny bit less heavy after I weep,
It's a simple cleansing process because I rarely allow myself to cry.

Those tears if mine,
they rush when I feel too weak,
too vulnerable and too tired,
so scared but can't tell any one else
they're my bravery and loneliness
molded into sapphires and opals
finally rushing out after fighting for so long
flowing out and into the open.

And when the tears stop,
I stand up tall and take a look at everything I have,
raise my chin up and I wear my crown again,
No more fears and failures for me.

There's only winning ahead,

It's a war.