Cracks in the Sky

And I was being me again

Crying over something irrelevant

To them I suppose, it seemed like that

For me if you ask, my whole world was crumbling

And it crumbled too often it seemed

The feelings were too volatile

“Just water it down, you don’t need to cry”

Water down the love

Water down the fear

Water down the expectations, the attachments, the grief, or the happiness and sometimes pure fascination which often spilled out of my control

It was then it seems, I wanted to control it all

To put a tight lid so that I don’t overflow

To keep the grace or keep my face

They say we have an image to maintain

But then I started to break

Maybe the pressure built up too fast, too high

And I was deemed fragile

Too fragile for this world

Again all I heard was “water it down”

Stop being dramatic and start adulting

But light traced its path within those broken tiles

Those voices were gone, like fog in a sunny sky

The rising steam murmured of water which couldn’t just stay inside.

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