Tears upon eyelashes cast out like she.
Sniffling replaces the silence that is a stand in for screams-
Too horrible to set free and yet so freeing, but in the tomb of herself she,
Sees no liberation.
Her world is shaken before she can even attempt to lay a foundation.
Her heart is in the right place, but the being in question is wrong simply because it is hers.
Like the, caged bird
She sings, even when no one wants to hear her song, because it is hers.
It is all that comes first when she just has to be last, but the weeping won't be long lasting.
Like tears troubled times come only in passing
Before the quiet rolls in.
In life there has to be rain for us to appreciate when the sun's finally shinin'.
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