For the little girl who was put in the corner
With the hypnotic sway of the pointing finger
“Don’t you dare cry”
Over and over
…like a lullaby
I celebrate my tears
For the years of pushing them down
To a dungeon I forgot about
Because
“Tears are a sign of weakness”
So I smiled harder and forced them into secret
I celebrate my tears
Because when my baby died
Everyone was allowed to lose their minds
Except me
I was positioned to remain
“Nice and neat”
And keep tears hidden
In between the sheets
When he is passed out asleep
In the shower for hours screaming
As long as no one was home
…to listen
I celebrate my tears because the
Chains are being broken
And my tears are the ones seeking their freedom!
They run down my cheeks
In an overzealous reaction
They stream out proudly!
My tears are speaking loudly
In pure love and acceptance
Not the misnomer of weakness
I celebrate my tears
In all their beautiful radiance
because…
My tears, unleash the story
…of my spirit!
I celebrate my tears