When I Cry :: gloom :: Original Poetry

When I Cry

When I cry

I feel like a bird in the sky

Letting out all the pain

Like the pouring rain

I feel my soul is being set free

And I become part of the gentle breeze

I become the stars that glow

And a part of the rivers that flow

When I let out my tears

I let go of all those fears

That hunt me like a hungry bear

That looks at me with a cold hard stare

I leave all of those thoughts behind

And become part of the sweet, green pine

When I let those feelings go

I become an eternal rose that only grows