I was at my worst, everything falling apart
Feeling hollowed with sadness and pain
Giving up seems the only option.
I laid my head on the soft linen pillow
Looking for it to imbibe all my sorrow,
Tears started drooling down the curves
Until it reached the fibers of the linen.
I lift my head to the airy room filled with silent chaos
A silence that uttered the bitterness of life
With nobody to turn my head to,
I slowly began to walk towards the aisle
Of confidence and rebuilding my life.
p.s Your worst day is not when you cry rather when you can't cry upon it.