You Can

You can know yourself

Like the back of your hand

You can love yourself

With all your might

You can shine a light

Into the dark corners of your soul

While holding a poker

–Just in case

You can forgive

So generously

As if your life depended on it

–It just might

You can kick

Your own backside

Gently but assertive

–When needs be

You can stand tall

Within yourself

With pride and humility

And serve

Freedom

Is the ocean really full of tears?

Cried by mermaids?
Cried by you?

I wonder.
I ponder.
As I watch tiny droplets turn from crimson to gold.

Who else would cry so much?

All the wars?
The ones with weapons, the ones without.
There is no space for tears.
All the hunger?
From lack of food, from lack of love.
There is no energy for tears.
All the violence?
Sin against bodies, sin against souls?
There is no breath for tears.

So where do the tears come from?

I wonder.
I ponder.
As I watch tiny droplets turn from crimson to gold.

They come after.
Once it’s over.
I think.

Because after.
There is space.
And the duct tape that held your soul together.
Rips.

I wonder.
I ponder.
As I watch tiny droplets turn from crimson to gold.

If.

There is an after.

 

There is hope.

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