I wash my face in the wetness of my tears,
Melting away all of the pain and the fears.
I am a healer.
I am the healed.
Crying the tears for those who cannot cry.
For those whose pain is locked up so tightly inside.
Wound into knots of the soul,
Left to survive with a gaping hole.
For those who still suffer the little child within,
Whose bodies remain despite the death of a sin.
For those who were beaten by life,
By the ones closest to them.
Or by the country they love.
Who didn’t care for them.
Those who continue to replay the old tapes,
Hurting others who get in the way.
The cycle repeating. Another day.
I offer my love to all who have hurt me.
And those I have hurt along the way.
I offer my tears, my health, my compassion, my shining star.
Today I extend my love to you, whoever, and wherever, you are.
Copyright Suzanne Norton 2015