Acid Tears

A tear falls from the back of my eye into the throbbing enclosure that is my skull. A tear that is invisible to the world, yet I can still taste its saltiness.
On the outside I must conceal this pain. My face is the face that must be looked to for reassurance. I am the support behind the tumbling wall.

But I am the skyscraper with shaky foundation.

Don't lean too hard; I just might fall over. Or I may crumble inwards like a termite infested maple beam.
I am a newspaper from the 1920s... in 2010. At a glance I offer everything that you need. But handle with a delicate touch. Too tight of a grasp is sure to shatter my tainted texture. Leaving nothing but the hardened edges that naturally evolved for self preservation.
Quite the useless evolution, seeing as how I am only protected from forces weaker than I.

The tear inside of me makes its way down my body. Burning its path down my chest and through my heart. As it reaches my stomach I can feel my core tighten and begin to heave. I look around for my way of release but all I can see is the shadows. I'm lost in the darkness of a glass room in the daytime. All around me, candles lit. But I still need a light switch. I know that there is a glorious glow cast upon me. By why can't I see it?

My mind is as scattered as the very words I am currently speaking. My thoughts are filled with articulated nonsense. Poetic gibberish.

The tear makes it way through my legs causing me to buckle at the knees. I drop to the floor in a thunderous motion as if a plane flew into my sternum.

As I lie there, curled like a fetus, insides scarred from the molten tears, I raise my right hand and pound it into the floor. Pound until I break through the glass bottom. Just then a recognizable hand from above grabs me and lifts me onto my feet.
That's my hand.
I am my own strength. I can never get back up if I am not ready to.

I am ready.

I take my first step towards the luminescent panes in front of me. I will be the strength that everyone needs. I will be the strength that I need.

But first, I need to stop crying.


Live, love & learn!
-The King