So many times in life do we cry
Tears were meant for our healing
A natural method of releasing stress, tension, grief.
Death and life, our world recycles, reproduces, renews.
And yet when friend and family surround me, to support me,
Tears hide inside my inner cavern
Bats feast on my inner tension, my secret.
I climb on the mountains and I lift myself up above the ground.
You can not hurt me because I am strong.
I have faced death. I have faced heartbreak. I am invincible and though I am hurting, I am strong.
No earthquake can smash me down or crush me open. No comfort can draw lava from my fissures, I am a boulder.