It's easier to hide my tears in the dark; my quiet cries hidden by the sounds of night and in the morning my smile will shine as bright as the sun.
The mask of who I need to be wins.
So easily I share the burden of others who seek help and have lost their way but my pain is mine to carry alone.
I am the optimist.
I am strong willed
I am full-hearted.
As darkness falls, again so do my tears.
The wall keeping the outside world crumbles as I allow all feeling flow freely from my heart to my eyes.
Sometimes I wish I could encourage myself as well as I can for you.
About the Creator
BexNorae
I write whatever my heart sends to my fingertips. Sometimes it doesn't always make sense - but it heal my heart.
The Devil's Triangle
The sails ruffled in the breeze as we cruised along. The Sea Breeze was a mid-size catamaran that sailed out of Royal Naval Dockyard in Bermuda. We had booked this trip weeks in advance and were now looking at our Captain, Spike and two boat hands. Paddy and Wilson seemed like nice guys, joking around with the passengers and telling us some stories about Bermuda that only locals would know. Their island accents sounded almost British but they were pleasant to listen to.
By Barbara Gode Wiles2 days ago in Fiction
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