The Anatomy of Tears
Slow and struggling, trying to be a man
Hard and fast, happy or sad
Some we wipe away furiously in denial of the pain
Others we let run into the corners of our mouth
Salty memories we’d rather not feel again
Others we would collect if we could, and dance in the rain
Some a mental mind wash
Some a soul shower
We may feel weak but they all give us power
It’s the most intimate confession
The hearts true profession
Tears come in all forms but always teach us a lesson
Never be afraid of self-expression
DR
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