Flowing.
Endless and relentless.
Pouring and pooling.
Tears unyielding, rigorous and inexorable.
I wish I knew how to swim because
these feelings, overwhelming.
Lacks opportunity to be respirable.
In submersion, inhalations of doubt and fear.
Worry if it's possible to drown from
the ceaseless tears.
Growing.
Absorbing and consuming.
Soaking in this season's new endeavors.
Tears once poured, now taken in by roots.
Gives opportunity of choice to sprout up high
past ceilings, past roofs.
A periodic cycle.
Like the sun and moon arranged.
I will drown in my own tears.
And like a phoenix.
I'll rise once again.
