The floodgates were opened
I found myself somewhere between
Nowhere and Goodbye
I let it all go
yet still fought for control
Torrents streamed down the planes of my face
a soggy sleeve stifled the sobs
The glass bottle has cracked
and as the pressure built up
everything held inside seeped out
Have I been emptied,
just to bottle everything up again?
"Make these broken weary bones
made to dance again
Wet this dry and thirsty land
with a river"
Exchange this river of tears
with a spring of praise
December 3, 2006
"" from Robin Mark's "Garments of Praise"
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