There are days I awake and my eyes fill with tears .
They slid quickly down over my cheeks and chin.
Sometimes I try and fight them back, other times I'm
desperate just for one.
At times my tears dry up like water in the desert , I have
to go inward searching for them.
So many times they come unexpectedly like a suppose to
be a wonderful marriage, ending.
Then you are forced to see the child within of the past.
She stands small naked in front of you with eyes filled tears.
Her past, my past right there facing me all the truths finally
hitting me like bullets from guns.
Unfortunately our past, my past surface at times when we lease
want it or expect it.
No sense in getting angry, mad or become depressed it comes
like the rains that flood the earth.
Be thankful for the tears they are a cleansing for ones soul and mind.
They are are like a new morning with dew on the ground refreshing.
They wash away the filth, the ugly, the guilt, the blame of a broken life.
Today is a bright day sun shinning, warm breeze I embrace it with all
I am, throwing my arms upward, I am singing praises.
Surrounding myself with people who love me, even when I mess up.
Laughter is in my days now, I rebuke those of my past that made such
horrible choices to abuse the child, shame on them.
No laughter, no sunshine should surround them, they should be made
to live in darkness, locked up with no entry, forgotten by all.
They tried to destroy the child but today she reclaims her soul and mind.