My pool of dry tears numbingly enveloped me
An aridness of soul screamed from within
Dry and chaffed by the prolonged drought Childhood trauma had frozen my heart, my own protective armour surrounding me
If you look you can see, the first healing teardrops rolling down
There was a time when one drop would have drowned me,
Now, I find rest in the pool of tears forming on the ground beneath
Joy and heartache, delight and sadness
Each drop has a name which together bring healing
Embracing the emotion which forms a backdrop
Every shade of life alive in me
It’s time to live again
John Lowton
April 2023