As I held back the tears that long weary day
Silently I pray, at the end of the day
Waiting to be alone, not at work but at home
I let the tears be free
And fall upon my cheek
Slowly they fell, and then rapidly they ran
Relief to have sprung like a leak
They drowned out my skin upon my cheek
I was crying just for me
Of all the hardships that had been
For all the sorry and anger
For the sickness that was now within
0ne more thing to add to the misery
But it was ok, to cry for me
I consoled myself
For only I knew what once was
And what was now
I cried for me, and let the sadness fall out
Life would be taken soon
I pray, would I be ready for the day
Would I have given all that I could?
Would I be welcomed in heaven?
As I thought I should
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed your poem, Brenda. Thank you for sharing.