The Purpose of Tears

November 30, 2011
My tears feed the fire.
They feed the scorching flames.
They fall for so many losses,
For those without a name

My tears ignite the the fire.
They sharpen the blinding glow.
They reveal things I never wanted to see,
Things I never wanted to know.

My tears feed the fire.
Consuming who I am.
I feel as if I'm dying
In this God forsaken land.

As I stand there ablaze
In the midst of terrible pain,
I listen a little harder.
I can hear you calling my name.

I feel a gentle draft come in.
It's soothing to my wounds.
And I begin to heal,
All because of you

The tears are still flowing
But, the flames are falling low
I feel a gentle draft come in.
“No, that can't be snow...”

As the snow begins to fall,
My tears freeze to my face.
It seems no matter where I go
Pain is always in this place.

But I still choose to turn towards the sun
And I catch light with my tears.
And they glow like glistening diamonds
Reflecting light on insignificant fears

Now, my tears give me beauty.
They remind me of who I am.
I've been through fire and snow.
Will I have strength to face what's next?
Yes.
I know I can.





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