Why do salty drops fall of my face?
Why do they constantly keep the pores of my cheeks flooded with their taste?
To many i am something to be adored
But i wonder sometimes what is there to be adored
I sometimes feel like a weed constantly uprooted emotionally from the ground/
fighting to reconfigure my roots in something solid/
its been unstable and bumpy/
at times it has gotten real ugly/
but i am of an adaptive spirit/
upturned and tossed but i come back stronger and put away every loss/
always looking forward never backward/
my present is not rosy/
i put on a smiling face but on the inside im feeling cold, black as my skin, and stony/
as the rain of a precious loves presence falls on me/
my tears are a mingled mixture of joy and sorrow not just for everything else but for me/
in humility i come down from my superficial pedestel fall on my weary knees and cry out/.....silence....../my voice echoes back like a mourning chorus filled with doubt/
dragging my stomach on the rocky bottom/
the pain is so sweet to me/
so ill to me/
it reminds me that in not invincible and always shows me a way out/
im wounded and scarred so badly that to many it looks like its irreversabile/
but ima turn the turn of a rotating turn table/ and out of it will come my bittersweet song/
starting out innocent/
then sounding cold, beaten and lonely...just to get into a colder, deeper, and lonlier string of sounds/
until i rise up and my soul feels as if it set free!/
the tone of that note will embrace and envelop me/
break my barriers down/
so that again i start to weep/
a deep wail that starts from the inside then slowly spreads unto the outside from within/
tears again dropping from my eyes until the next day and the next/
blurring my eyes and the very words of this text/
i know in the back of my mind that i am a exotic flower/
maybe with a few petals missing but im still drinking in the pure taste of the shower/
as the rain of a precious loves presence falls on me/
i grow and i know i can still sustain and maintain this little garden of emotions, rises, and falls, that makes me...me.
