Tears of My Heart
I cried and I cried and I cried.
When I thought I was done
I cried some more.
Tears surfaced
from everywhere at once –
expressions of me,
from me, to me,
for me.
I don’t know the origin
of every droplet.
They were an eclectic mix,
a spectrum from sorrow to joy.
I don’t know if such a purge
will be repeated.
But if it is,
I will allow.
What emerged that day were
tears of my heart.
Open, cleansing, and
pure.
My feelings freely flowing.
No impediment or judgment.
No fear of rejection or retribution.
Just full on
tears of my heart,
clearing the way even more
to Light, Love,
I cried and I cried and I cried.
When I thought I was done
I cried some more.
Tears surfaced
from everywhere at once –
expressions of me,
from me, to me,
for me.
I don’t know the origin
of every droplet.
They were an eclectic mix,
a spectrum from sorrow to joy.
I don’t know if such a purge
will be repeated.
But if it is,
I will allow.
What emerged that day were
tears of my heart.
Open, cleansing, and
pure.
My feelings freely flowing.
No impediment or judgment.
No fear of rejection or retribution.
Just full on
tears of my heart,
clearing the way even more
to Light, Love,
and exquisite liberty.
Sarah Carlson
January 15, 2019
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