That morning when the sun didn’t shine and the tears ran from my blue eyes,

I let the world feel my sadness and I let my bones crumble.

I held onto the ground and screamed into the mirror in the yellow bathroom.

I watched my red eyes seep with water and I let myself sob.

I watched myself at my worst.

I knew pain.

I let myself feel it on a regular basis in order to know what happiness was.

I saw myself at my worst in order to know what beauty was.

I let mascara run down my sink,

Slowly.

It’s ok.