Freedom Without Tears

At first glance nearly impossible,

to imagine,

our lives holding dry eyes

while freedom quietly knocks on our door.

We have to understand with love

we explore

the beauty of acceptance

that surreal moment when peace speaks.

I want to believe

freedom without tears

might exist in the heart

when this world begins the day less needy.

I heard cries on the street

new confusion,

we do wish for the moment

we might struggle to know our own identity.

I wonder though some time

speak compassion

are we really wanting this,

or is it another Warhol scream to be heard.

I do believe the tears

will satisfy

the pain in our heart

far greater is the will of emotion than stone.

We collect ourselves

again resilient

to forget yesterday’s ruse,

yet tomorrow, our tears must follow freedom.

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