Tears flow,

As I relive the crippling loneliness,

Of looking out, from the wasteland.

 

Tears flow,

To wash away the yearning,

The clinging,

The need,

The black hole of self-hatred,

That claims nothing was real,

Not any love toward me,

Not even my self.

 

Tears flow,

In gratitude for your presence,

The heart that listens,

That loves,

That accepts.

The woman that makes the man.

 

And from this understanding,

I am born anew

And I cry,

Sweet tears of compassion.