lately the tears have flowed too often,
dealing with the past has become today's problem
shutting down and losing it emotionally,
I wonder where's the girl who had it all together sensibly
I thought I was her,
she is me.... or was me...
new endeavors bring new challenges
obstacles bigger than I remember,
coming back with some kind of uniformity and power
the tears continue to flow,
despite attempts to be held in by continuous eye rolls
pain begging to be released
and not being heard
facing the pain of the past,
pain she used to think she deserved
another one bites the dust,
suffering as a result,
but holding on as if it is a must
trying to understand her mind,
seeking to ease her pain,
being her peace of mind,
seeking to turn her sunshine into rain
it's raining, it's pouring,
what will be her assurance?
Constant tears with no words
no one understands what triggers the downpour
a history bigger than her or me
with a smile that tries to fix it physically
brighter days are coming
shortly they'll be on the way
the tears keep flowing,
as a language God understands,
optimism and sunshine continues the fight to find the light in the darkness of the emotions of mortal man.
