souls weep

The worst type of crying wasn't the kind everyone could see--the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.

                                                                                       Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits

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Sometimes our souls weep

We cannot help it

A young woman is crushed by a car

Driven by hate

A man is driven by hate

And he too is crushed by the weight and consequences of that hate

Each day starts with the sun rising

Beautiful

Powerful

And my souls says this day will not be like other days

But each day my heart descends from my chest into my stomach.

It soon seems as if nothing is right

All is falsehood, and greed, and hate

And I can no longer take another justification, another rationalization

I just can’t

And I say to myself

It will be OK

And I say to myself, maybe the Sacred has this

But I am stunned by the magnitude of my grief, I am alone in this pain

And I carry it

In my heart

And it tears and rends, and scars my soul

As if I had not done enough

On my own

To wound myself

And those scars

Those scars, disfigure my heart

My soul

Until my soul contains more scar tissue than life