Sometimes I release my tears;
in the confines of four bedroom walls;
Where no one will see.
Or I go to the store to buy my groceries
and suddenly
I am crying in aisle three.
Or I will miss waking up early and making breakfast
Feeling the start of a new day.
And I am reminded this path
Can be different to some;
But maybe
Just maybe
It’ll still be ok
~God’s got me