I have kept it all in, as long as I could.
I harbored the burden alone.
But the weight of all has kept me,
from wearing a crown of my own.
I’m spilling my pain all over these pages.
So much in my life, has taken a toll.
I’m an endless well of pent up tears.
The cup, of a sensitive soul.
I vow to lighten it up, a load
To let go of what no longer serves.
And enter into my birthright
With the victory I so richly deserve.