XXIII - TIARA.

heavy is the hope 

that the day will come

when my shoulders can drop

and my breath will release.

with many are the eyes

of those i seek to make proud ;

they expect great things.

i expect the little things.

they will watch, and i will bow

and i will bend, and i will cry

and i will scream, and i will bleed,

but they'll never get to say i broke.