Soul Tears

I want so bad to run and hide.

To sink so low that even the freshest rain cannot reach me.

Because that’s where I feel I already am.

It’s a strange thing to sit with.

Knowing I did what I did.

I often wonder if the other soul will ever be whole again.

I have hope for their heart.

Caring not about my own.

I have cried the soul tears.

And asked my forgiveness.

So now I wait for the world to keep spinning.

And for the rain to reach the earth.

To see that moment where it’s complete.

Where the eternally separated sky and earth meet.

So I wait.

While it keeps spinning.

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