Ten Thousand Tears.
….When I was a child I pinched my eyes closed to reject my weakness, my torment as I was hollered at by a daddy that didn’t know better. I closed down my heart; it hurt too much to feel bad all the time. So I told my tears, you aren’t welcome here. And my heart and soul slowly turned hard as stone.”I know there are fellow sufferers of depression, others who have family or friends who descend into this murky, sinkhole of depression’s hell and you cannot imagine how to help. I hope that whatever is redemptive in my story will one day help others find help themselves.
Excerpted from a post on LogicandImangination.com.
My tears are welcome.
I see them splattered, dried on my glasses as I peer out the window into the wintry, cold, gray, foggy morning;
tiny specks on the panes of my eyeglasses.
I wipe hard at these dried salty witnesses.
They are a record of my sodden heart.
Ten thousand tears come raining down.
The soil of my soul is softened.
Broken apart by tears, which took forever to reappear. Though I fear
that I cannot stop them, deep down I know that they are what keeps my heart growing.
Soil ready for love, open
to the community of believers,
to grace,
to healing, forgiveness and new life,
to hope.
My tears, such an old and forgotten notion
for me.
When I was a child I pinched my eyes closed to reject my weakness, my torment as I was hollered at by a daddy that
didn’t know
better.
I closed down my heart;
it…
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