SuziCate's Musings

Transition

Tumbling like a glass off the edge of a table,

Spilling, spilling, spilling

No thunder rolls, no lightening flashes

No warning of tears that pour like rain

Wetting the skin, soaking the soul

Drilling, drilling, drilling

Through flesh and bone to the core of the heart,

Releasing silence into gasps and groans

Until breath comes once again

Dripping, dripping, dripping

Washing away all that is not you

As you learn to drink your own tears

Watering the seed ready to bloom within your soul

Glistening, glistening, glistening

Sun is breaking through the clouds

Tears you’ve wiped become diamonds in your hand

Listening, listening, listening

You feel a tug and hear the words within

It is your voice…speak!

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