Tears

 

She wrote of shattered hearts

And an emptiness she could not fill

She wrote of self preservation

Her happiness by force of will

She wrote of eyelids closing

In deafening defeat

She wrote of held tongues

And a lump in her throat, for she could not weep

 

On pages made of sunlight

She wrote her darkest dreams

She wrote of monsters in the closet

And times she never dared to scream

All her broken memories

Sat upon that notebook bound

With flowery devotions

And tears that just kept streaming down

 

She wrote of finding solace

In a place she never was

She wrote of freeing her caged soul

In the chains of the sky above

She wrote of breaking free

From the drudgery of the day to day

She wrote of what she thought

Of words she dare not say

 

On pages made of sunlight

She wrote her darkest dreams

She wrote of monsters in the closet

And times she never dared to scream

All her broken memories

Sat upon that notebook bound

With flowery devotions

And tears that just kept streaming down

Reviews

[Teddybearlee]

Such an emotional piece. I know the monsters, I know the chains, I know the tears that never quit falling. You speak it so well. I myself have tried writing of the light as well as the dark, and even though the dark always outweighs it, sometimes I go back and read the light, even if just for a brief smile, recollection. But yes, write it all, anything you can to help express yourself. I love this, thank you for sharing it.