Lady Tears

Lady Tears

from time to time,

she exercises a quiet state of grace,

withdrawing to private place,

words unable to flow in rhyme.

~

she rests in a citadel bower,

safe from those who don’t know,

how to hold space for sorrow’s flow,

broken heart seeds the flower.

~

she cries behind the door,

for no one is on the other side,

she keeps composure on life’s ride,

it sometimes brings her knees to the floor.

~

outside her room she walks light,

being in the world but not of it,

her freedom known to flit,

no longer weighted she’s bird in flight.

 

 

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