On the Eve of Grace

I tried so hard not to let them fall. So, I did my best to force them to stay inside. Where it was safe. I tried to protect them from being seen and becoming just another, one. I held them back from releasing what they were designed to do. I began to believe they hated me. They burned with fury and rage wanting to be set free, Yet I held them captive. I fed them with lies, hoping no one would see that I, kept them locked inside. They were beginning to become a burden as I carried them around day end and day out. I felt like an imposter. Keeping in such a dark secret, replacing frowns with smiles. I knew it would only be a matter of time before someone noticed. I hid them as long as I could. I thought I was keeping them safe from the world but really, I was committing emotional suicide. But as soon as I reached what I believed to be my safe place, I released them. I let my tears flow like rivers until the source went dry. I let my tears wreak havoc, taking revenge on its captivity, it’s sorrow eventually filled the room. After running it’s coarse, I’d lay myself down to sleep, only to wake up and do it all over again.