Tears

Tears falling gently on my chin like raindrops dripping off a leaf. They are salt and warm, and cause me pain. My heart feels as if it will break in two as if it is a tornado ripping through the trees. Uprooting everything that lives, Leaving all desolate. I feel as if I should be dead, but this pain tells me I am not. Tears falling like little rivers, flowing from my chin to my breasts Feeling as if I am floating, becoming one with the river of pain Sobs are dying, becoming sighs like a breeze in the trees Going from pain to desolation and soon to resignation. Tears are as an ointment for our souls Softening and cleansing, healing , making all whole. Out of our tears we emerge as a phoenix, reborn. Through our tears we rejoice, because if we feel we exist And if we exist we live.