Tears

When I wake up in the morning I want new responses from me Just like the mule climbing up-mountain My perception grinds to a churn Inside the mask I have learned to jump through hoops Those hoops are my successive and continual gates of learning (If you will When you can) Though my eyes fill with tears tonight Like the spring I had prayed for The need to allow sadness to be and not Drugged or shrugged by the discomfited few To be alone in the darkness and give power and full reign to your sorrow This is real and healing freedom Like the cousin lurking in the shadows of your favorite room Smiling and waiting for you The only one that believes in your magic The only one holding a candle