the tears keep springing to my eyes
like a soft rain they are all of a sudden there
noticed I search my soul
through my head and heart throat and gut but
nothing says this is why this is reason
so I can take it in hand and remold it to something comfortable
light
the yoga instructor said empaths feel the world
is it that I don’t think so really that is too grandious and besides
I am not so sure there is empath in me after so many dissolutions and dismemberments strewn
across the pathways behind me sure this is life but at what point is the story my own to untangle
and where some divinity some source deep within yet outside myself the arbiter of the necessary
lift from this spring of tears flooding rains across my chest