oh the tears
that flow from the heart
the hurt, the pain, the sorrow
from somewhere deep they come
sometimes silent, sometime not.
the tears are good, bad, hard and hurt
the tears cleanse, soothe, satiate, and heal.
then the tears are done
until next time
what is left but a puddle that will disappear and an unchanged reality
except, somehow, a new life, a new hope is born.
birthed through the physicality of the tears.
anger, fear, hurt, pain
morph into hope, freedom, and peace
through the tears.
so be brave, let them flow
the tears will work their magic in you
if you dare, give in to