Lost in a whirlwind Of confusion and agony I squinted my eyes hard But I still couldn't see the good In three years worth of labor. I looked up, blinked back the waterfall That threatened my daytime visage Of courage and strength. My eyes were full of tears My vision was blurred and unfocused A tight ball was locked in my throat The pain multiplied in my chest. So I let the tears fall I welcomed them For they were a translation of my pain My frustration and anger in liquid form I crawled onto the cold floor Curled myself into a ball Hugged myself, then healed myself. All the while my tears were falling.
I feel like a lot of people are fighting an internal battle. My advice: Let those tears fall, acknowledge you are hurting, and then deal with that ****.