Cry Out

The pools of living water that sets at the bottom of my chin and trickles to the cave of my neck.
Do so for the me I once was
For the dreams the appear impossible
Cry for what is, what was and the hidden... will be.
Tears for the mistakes I have made and the heart I have broke... Mine
To no fault of others, I cry I was giving free will and for those off path choices, I cry.
There was a time when no tears would come and the pain was only felt in agonizing silence without the gentle blessing of the simple human release.
I Cry Out
In the agony of present pain
In the graciousness of promised pleasure
For the better day of the new sun
For an open heart and a listening ear
For the belief and life of endless possibly
I Cry Out