Where Tears Become Gardens

Tears fall, splattering onto the tips of the grass… morning dew, born from long-held sadness. Feelings pour down, like a heavy spring rain, like healing water… washing, softening, making room for something new. Emotions. Feelings. Hurt and pain. Frustration built too long, anger, resentment… all of it gathering, until it has nowhere left to go.… Continue reading Where Tears Become Gardens

Still, I Will Stand.

Another one of those nights…sleep won’t come,my thoughts keep running. I step outside for air.A cold, windy night.A haze hangs in the dark midnight sky. Somewhere in the distance,a wind chimeso faint,almost too quiet to hear. Tonight, the wind is constant.Constant like the waves.Why do I keep returning to that? A tear gathers in my… Continue reading Still, I Will Stand.