| Rebel Tears |
| The frustration, loneliness, grief, despair, even joy will not be postponed when there is a human need to release what fills us full. Not circumstance, timing or propriety can stop the course emotion is bent on taking within our hearts. It will not be reasoned with nor will our pride get the best of it. Reluctantly, I humble myself to the force of a tidal wave held in less than a raindrop's volume. The glaze cast upon my eyes blurs the road before me into a hazy labyrinth. Passers-by gawk while I fumble for tissue to catch the streams before they fall. Still they fall without care for why they mustn't, attacking me when I most want to be strong, upstaging the most eloquent speeches and interrupting well rehearsed routines. I am often reduced to the mercy of such a simple impulse... In a theater where the tragedy is my own On my knees when God feels my strife before I can find the words. At my desk where I am trapped and paperwork becomes a soggy, salty mess. In my car when I have lost sight of my destination. In a church where I feel out of place. When desire looks my way, smiles, then passes. In front of a stone marking her eternal absence. Under a starry sky where I feel smallest. On the telephone, when the news shocks me away from reality. On the shores of time where I am swallowed by infinity. At a party where all around me happiness mocks my existence. In the new light of day when yesterday's plight rises before I do. In my struggle to forgive for the sake of my own forgiveness. At day's end, when I have given far more than I had at its dawning. Caught in the current, when I am sinking without fight. Distraught among the pieces of my broken heart. Lost in my thoughts when I am so unsure of everything. When another weeps for me. Without reason or warning ...tears they fall. RLT �2001 |
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