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Heart so full, eyes so weak...
tears flow against my will
as they reveal emotions of which
I always seek not to speak.

A flurry of everything kills inside,
the jungle of my soul wilting
from all that I've tried.

Maybe it's from doing too much
to aim for instant release
when truth be told,
patience is needed for
that eternal peace for which
I seek.

Today life may bring
a dissapointment or a few,
and without expectation
the blessings for which one prays
will be presented anew.

So in keeping hope alive
and drawing upon the gratification
of this brief release,
through being weakened,
my heart finds the strength
to heal and create in itself
a sense of peace.

As tears have dried,
though scars remain,
I keep stepping forward
to find the sunlight
beyond the rain.