Crying is for the weak.
So why can't these tears flow so easily
For her.
She is in way to deep,
She can not breathe.
Crying is for the weak.
6 little feet that follow,
Not understanding, why but she tries.
She wants to give up every moment of every day.
Looking behind her, those 6 eyes looking back at her.
Crying is for the weak.
No words, not much understanding
When they look, their look tells her.
“Mom you got this, you always have.”
Times in life we go through so much battles, storms, trials and tribulations.
Crying is for the weak.
She feels that she failed, them wanting the best for them.
She picks herself up everyday and tries again.
Wishing she could give the world to her 6 little feet.
6 little eyes, that follow every move she makes every step she takes.
Crying is for the weak,
Sitting in the shower, maybe she can cry here.
No-one will see her weakness.
Just release some of this mess.
Nothing.
Please! why won't these tears just flow from these eyes?
She is drowning in over her head.
But crying is for the weak.
About the Creator
Audie Edwards
I am an amateur writer, who loves to write poems.
I feel poetry is my only escape from reality. I love to play with the imagination a little and get Dark. We all have nightmares and fears
I just put mine to work in a beautifully written poem.
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