The Tear appears out of nowhere, it seems
But it has its root deep in the chasm of my empty heart
Why is the heart empty?
I do not know
I must explore this cavern,
this chasm to find where it leads.
My courage is the light that guides me
pushing forward as I enter into the pitch darkness of my soul.
Why would anyone want to visit such a painful place, wrapped in painful memories? The heart stings as I tear away the bandage, dried blood clinging to it as a painful reminder of past sorrows.
It is the blood of asking a thousand times, why? Why so much rejection? Why so much pain? How much can a person take?
But ripping off the bloodied bandages around my mummified heart is only the first step.
It is not blood that seeps from that exposed wound. It is my tears. Tears that would not stop if it were not for the dam I built to keep back the flood waters,
waters that threaten to sweep me away, down a river without a paddle, floating to nowhere.
No, not floating to nowhere. I am floating towards Myself.
The heart is bandaged again with fresh gauze. The tears slow down to a trickle, till the next time they need to come out and water the world of my senses and emotions.