Tears

Crying reminds me that I am alive.
The shuddering chest stirs my blood,
My heart torn asunder shows me that
It still exists.

Business, life, cynicism, the City
All work to remind you that
Being vulnerable is weak.
So quickly saddness is rejected
And forgotten.
Emotions are locked away safely
In an effort to control them.

Tears, so seemingly small,
Powerfully rip through the walls
Of protection.
Hard stone barriers disintegrate
As quickly as the tissue used
To wipe the moisture from your cheeks.

Crying is not to be feared,
But embraced.
You are alive!