Cry
I don’t cry.
Often…
but,
When I do,
A wall built so high
so easily
Toppled over and Broken
It's a Release
and
A Curse
..
Those tears will dry
The aftermath dealt with
The wall built anew
.
Is the release worth it after all?
Sometimes.
The Sun still shines
and
The Moon is Still
….
I won't cry.
Copyright © Kira Jenson | Year Posted 2019
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