I can hold contest with tears,

If there’s a need to show.

I can let my tears flow when

my emotions begin to show.

I guess it’s all about purpose,

knowing when it’s right to cry.

Lately, I can weep when anything

crosses my mind that I recall.

That quiet response to life

Is what sometimes takes over.

Listening to the spirit of the city,

is grief in my eyes, my every day.

When overwhelmed with sadness,

my breathing wants to act the part.

A good sob is almost spiritual.

Here we are again fighting for peace.

Heart and soul, kindness and love.