Poetry

Reaching the Other Side.

I'm not a fighter, I'm a lover and I love this complex world and maybe I'll love myself this time.
For tears flood my eyes and my being aches for what it is missing but drought season is over and the ground is wet and the plants shall grow to meet the sun.
Take my tears and plant a garden.
It will be painful but that's the thing about anything that grows, you will experience pain.
You will cry and you will scream and maybe you won't be okay for awhile but then you find yourself in a different place with a different feeling saying I think I will turn out okay.
I think I am worth something.
And I will touch that sky.
Maybe not literally but I will look into infinity and maybe just maybe the world will smile back in its own beautiful, mysterious way.
And when that does happen, I'll shed a tear, not for the pain I have endured but for everything I have and will overcome.
This is the other side of pain, this is where the wise become happy.