'Being Weak'

I thought i was so strong,
untouchable,
like I was on top of the world
and crying didn't happen,
it wasn't an option.
Now it just happens.
No control,
no calming down,
Just rivers of tears that sparkle
and shine like diamond facets,
or flecks of gold in
Sunshine.

by Kailia Chatterton

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