A person’s tear is a mystery,
A tear of happiness
or a tear of sadness;
Only the real truth is within.
Perhaps, the bigger truth is inside,
A bigger, reservoir of tears
made of unlimited amount of joy
or fear...something that the self is desperately wanting to hide.
Mystery;
Fantasy;
What would others see?
The real me?
Tear...how much will flow?
How much will we let go?
Let go, so we could move on
to the next place, people, and question.
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Bright Blessings,
Joker Green