Somehow When We Cry

We seem to want to know the reason why

When in a sudden surge we become the waters

Of our sorrow, we flush the toxins from our system

We cleanse the source of all of our truisms.


When then the walk is less burdened by shame

Our lives become one with the earth, the soil,

We shall not decide to deride the conscientious

Forgiving soul, that anchor to our quiet swallow.


Suppose there were a reason to feel the ecstasy

Of knowing truth in the midst of certain agony,

Perhaps we might understand the source of our

Sorrow was actually happiness releasing energy.


We so often decide upon a simple reason for fear

When suddenly our grief could celebrate in tear.

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