I cry a river of tears that lead to the ocean,
and find salvation in water
as it flows from and toward me,
healing the violence of all that has gone before
and cleansing the silence of all that shall come ahead.
I cry to fill the rift in me,
the place in the depths where my spirit cleaved.
I cry to soothe the ache in me,
the wave of weeping that has no source.
I cry to claim my woman's mantle,
adrift and floating in the endless sea.