God's Teardrops

A tiny raindrop fell on my left cheek as I walked

It slid down my cheek, my own personal teardrop

It was as if God knew I felt like crying and he was helping me get started

I didn't need his help

I know how to cry

I know how to cry in plain sight

I know how to cry silently

I know how to cry loudly

I know how to cry big tears

Tears of hate

Tears of anger

Tears of lonliness

Tears of knowing I missed my chance

Tears of knowing I'm broken

Little pieces of me have been chipped away

Pieces I may never get back

I see the world smiling around me

I see the world happy without me

I retreat to my corner

I bring my legs close to my chest and out myhead down

I hide

I cry

The world does not see

I'm afraid to let them

They won't like what they see

I don't, so how could they?

I don't need God's tearsdrops to fall on my cheek

I have enough of my own

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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Dionna Carter

Sometimes all you can do is cry

There isn't anything left

Sometimes you have no fight left and you just have to give in

You try to do good

You try to do better

You try to fix yourself only to end up falling apart again

I guess you just hope this time will be the last time

You wait

You see what you'll do, then you let yourself down

You hope each time will be different

You hope you'll learn

You think and hope that you're doing fine

And all it takes is one moment to make you realize that nothing has changed

You're still the same

I try

But I slip

I claw

I bleed

I'm scared

All I can do is cry

 

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