My thoughts are quiet now.
After two hours of weeping and
In the lonesome and dry sockets that
My eyes call home,
I came back to the blinking cursor,
Waiting for me to finish this line.
One blink.
Two blinks.
The magnets between my eyelids are
pulling
To shut the door.
Rest, my eyes.
Tomorrow morning,
We will wake up.
The cold water will wash away our sorrow.
We will slide the door open and
let the Sun accept our scared heart.
No truth is too hot or too naked for the Sun.
We shall not hide,
For hiding blinds us.
The Sun knows
The intricate fragility of our heart.
It is okay to be afraid, now and
in the future.
Weep. Kneel down and weep.
When the well is dry and
we start asking why
Am I weeping? Should I
Continue weeping?
That’s when we stand up,
Feed our tired body some water.
We have got work to do.
Our eyes and the blinking cursor became
our witness.
We have lived to fight,
for another day.
See, my friends,
A happy ending is possible.
The Sun shuts open.
