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Pool of Dry Tears

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

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