Cathartic Tears

I leave my burdens at the door
and spend a few hours of bliss
colouring songs with my mood
but leaving choir i shoulder my
burdens again.

My burdens are ugly.
My burdens are heavy.
I can only walk a small way.
They weigh me down.

Concert day arrives.
Vibrant words are still
coloured darkly with my moods.
Burdens still heavy.
As i sing my burdens tumble off.
Too late to not be emotional.
That is all I have to sing with.
Cathartic puddles on the stage.

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