the past makes us who we are
today I can’t do what I want
everyday is a new day to fail
and feel and my trembles turn to
tremors when unshed tears are finally shed
tears I didn’t know I had
tears that are familiar
tears i’ve never seen before
and tears I welcome back
i’ve never felt more at peace
than when I’m screaming out
about my pain to someone
who finally understands
someone who finally believes me
someone who knows just what it is,
the hell that I’ve been through.
the hell that she’s been through,
our hell, the same but different.
these tears help keep me
right in the present
where my pain is most intense,
right where the healing is.