03/12/2025
The beauty behind every tear that flowed—
the stories dripping down the face,
pillows getting wet as they witness silent cries,
the soul slipping out of the body, shouting and screaming.
Things thrown to release the anger that was held,
shattered glass depicting the broken pieces of myself,
the way I pick them up and try to put them together again.
The calmness in myself after breaking down,
the unfixed hair that no one can judge,
the tired eyes that lead me to sleep after crying my soul out—
messy, but so fu***ng beautiful.
And so, I call this peace.