Hot tears peak from the crevices of my eyes
Burning with lost passion as each run towards its escape route down my cheeks
Forming on my pillow as one
A sight of pain in which grief has become the cause and its effects I’m feeling in the marrow of my bones
I too will grow from this
Anticipated heartbreak encircles my skull like vultures awaiting a fresh corpse
Raging in the pit of my stomach like a miscarried child of love
My chest regurgitates at the thoughts that ponder my mind
And yet there’s peace within the chaos I find
Am I content in my madness
Or just use to the broken pieces of my being
Pieces that cut deep into my varied layers leaving me exposed and bleeding
But what I shed whether it be blood, sweat, or tears
It is not in vein
Just as there’s not a vein in me where my ancestors do not live
And with that knowledge I grow
Grow like the roots of John the Conqueror
Whose feet dive into the body of the earth and remain rooted
no matter the hurricane whose intentions are destruction
I open my mind like the legs of a virgin to her first love
Afraid and nervous
For what lies ahead
The lessons unprepared
But what remains clear is
I too will grow from this
