How can tears burst through eyes where joy and laughter reside,
telling them to take a backseat,
demanding to be used as a disguise for pain?

How can pain be so nimble, and free
filling every inch of thought while claiming itself as power?

How can power feel so fleeting? Standing strong in moments of intense emotion,
in fear and rage, but gone in an instant of nonjudgmental embrace and acceptance.

How can it be okay without you?

How can I be okay,

without you?