In my tears
I feel
how precious I am
Each tear
pearling up from the ocean floor
slipping over my skin
storming my cheeks
releasing feelings of release
No more dead end hope
Tears for reflecting light
lest the wounds cloister
and take my life in their molded, musty folds
lest the wounds dictate my dreams
No!
Yes! I cry jewels and gems
precious stones liquified
For I refuse to become hard and lifeless
Socio-pathed and paved over
with no soft, warm, cyclical heart pulsating and quivering
Tears are my witness of numinosity
and the healing boundless of
being. Small, soft, connected. Forever
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