The World Is Crying

My soul ran away Hid in a closet Sad about the world's meanness I did not realize at first She was determined to stay there Until there was world peace I knew I was sad The saddest I had ever been But I did not realize why Tears flowed down my cheeks Feelings flew out of my eyes Incessant sobbing I knew I was not whole But I did not realize which piece was missing I picked up my paint brushes and painted my truth My enthusiasm was gone. I could not rejuvenate myself Keening and wailing, I cried and cried. My soul heard me And wandered back into my heart Ashamed that she was so vulnerable And weak I felt better But not well For the world is still crying