Rory's P.O.V
I breathe in a big sigh of relief,
but that only leaves me with brief
happiness. It only hurts when I am
breathing and the pain hurts the most
in my soul. I am not holding my breath,
yes, I am indeed holding my breath. Like
a pregnant woman, my soul is heavy with
grief and things aren't so groovy for me.
Through my sea of tears, I learn to let
go of my fears and allow the scars on my
heart to heal for once. Through my sea
of tears, I learn to open up my ears to
listen to God speaking to me. Through
my sea of tears, I develop a belief in
something more heavenly and divine
than myself, angels on the moon.