The Change Poem by Kirsten Gray

These tears they sit on the brink
I wish they would just spill over and fall
Although I hate to cry
It’s almost worse to not be able to cry at all

The urge to cry is there alright
And though I try, and try to no avail
The feeling that crying shows weakness
Forever seems to prevail

The surface never equals
All that I feel within
It appears that all is well
When really, I am caving in

Things are different than they were
A change has come over me
It has affected my whole being
And I’m starting to feel free

I’m still battling my demons
But it’s ok I’ll be “fine”
Because I’m starting to win,
This losing battle of mine