Dried Puddles

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tears splash on the bathroom tile.

drip drop, drip drop

they roll down my cheeks

and form a puddle at my feet.

standing in that place was like drowning.

there were voices i couldn't control.

no one would pull me back up,

i was pushed down deeper and deeper.

lies, gossip, ugly words,

those are not what defined me.

beauty is being yourself wholeheartedly

strength is pushing through life’s hardships.

the tears are dry now

and my puddle is no more.

for i have something even better,

God’s love shines in my soul.