Tears flowing down my face, a salty clear stream
shimmering with the sparkle of healing and new
ideas. Inspiration, splashing, dripping down my
cheek, leaving puddles of knowledge in my open
windows. A drowning, feel the soul climb. Waves
gather under my chin, my present self is gasping
for air; lungs filling with cleansing water. Old life is
leaving my body. I’m dying a slow and painful
death. This ocean of my tears is crushing me, my
head pounding under the weight of its pressure.
Think peace, relief, I’m scared, please don’t leave.
But then… Glimmering above, the sun shines.
Gust, push, breathe. A full breath. I am here. Still.
And I have something to write.