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I cried, I cried
and let my body
cleanse itself
with tears.

I let my painful memories
sear right through me, like spears.

I wept, until I slept
and dreamed up visions of my fears.

And yet, still morning came again.
So what was I to do?

Wake up, well or weary,
pray that grace will get me through.

Stand up, straight or slouching,
and do what I need to do.

Get up, and remember:
It’s not only ‘me’ or ‘you’.
We all plummet,
We all summit,
We all beg to start anew.

We all look to the heavens
wondering what on earth to do.

We all sit
and gaze
and wonder
'Are my actions right and true?’

We all question ‘But why me?’
Well - if not me, when who?
My humanity demands
that I partake in sorrow, too.

And so I cried,
and tasted tears,
and smiled, my eyes still streaming;
Knowing that there’s no need to dam
this endless flow of feeling.
Now I am here for everything -
Alive , Awake, and Beaming.

Photo by Radek Jedynak on Unsplash