Black Sheep

If tears allow our soul to breathe,
Why must gravity pull them down?
Lovely, modest, crystal tears,
A magnet weighing us to the ground.

Take a long breath and find a place,
Where the room isn't spinning, made of linen, and lace.
Love thy neighbor, love thy self,
Love the dusty books on the shelf.

You show no emotion on your face,
But feeling, it drips from your pores.
If you cannot cry, and you cannot speak,
Just send a smile up to the Lord.





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