• Glass Tears
    Wind Before Storm

    The sky was gray
    The sun was gone.
    I was cold,
    And I was dead
    Dead as in
    Alone
    Silent
    Weary
    Dead.
    I was cold and dead,
    And was standing,
    In the center
    Of it all.
    Of all the
    Snow floating down,
    Making no noise,
    No sound
    Nothing
    At
    All.
    I had lifted my head
    Wanting to be
    Free
    To fly
    With the doves
    Above
    And soar
    Across the dull
    Colorless
    Sky
    And laugh
    A joyful laugh
    Nothing like now,
    And cry,
    Cry without
    Caring
    Cry without
    Worry
    Cry,
    Real
    Tears,
    From the
    Heart.
    Not
    Glass
    I didn't want to cry
    Glass tears,
    That left no
    Impression
    Of who I
    Happened to be
    I wanted
    To be free
    I wanted
    To soar
    To cry real tears
    To laugh, real laughs,
    That showed
    My personality
    My own
    Soul.
    I was not made of
    Glass tears.

    ~Wind Before Storm
    *Original piece