Adolescence

I am wiping every tear of my younger self in this reality She cries near my window every night I bring makeup wipes for her because her mascara always ran I bring water for her because I know she's been chugging energy drinks to stay awake because of what's been happening at home I bring our Nona's hugs because of what he was doing I bring her boxing gloves because she's packed all of her stuff to leave home I bring her love because her tears are the force of what moved mountains for without her I would have never found land on the other side of the thunderstorm