They……the tear drops were my only way out
They…….the tear drops were my hiding place
They…….the tear drops were my only freedom
They……the tear drops were my way of speaking out loud
They……the tear drops were my only form of power
They…..the tear drops were my only way of knowing I was still breathing
They…..the tear drops were my only way of grasping for help
They …..the tear drops were my only way of living through those days
They…..the tear drops that I shed endlessly were a begging for Mercy I never got
They…..the tear drops, my tear drops were for a reason!
By Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
I hope your tears have been wiped away. ❤
Yes sis they have. It’s been awhile now. I still write snippets of a story once lived……Thank you💞
This is beautiful ❤️