tears, big and fat, blocking my vision
eyes cast down
so down one falls.
just one-if I let more out, I fear this broken soul will shatter.
here is my question: how do they do it?
if all the souls that are older than mine have felt half the pain I have-how do they still stand?
but yet I know: because amongst the pain there is often some sort of peace, a peace that comes with shedding what was