Tears

“A river cleans down the dust on my cheeks,
Tears rolling from stems of exhaustion
Belonging to a little tree that has grown
Out of a seed of compassion.

I planted it on my heart
But some stems reached out too far,
Tickling my brain differently in every season
So I end up frustrated for no reason.

My blurred vision and uneasy breath
Force me to remember hard work pays off,
But if I keep pushing I’ll end up pushing too far,
And if I break my own limits how can I still do it
Whilst inside I own million pieces of me apart?”

Ana.

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