Terrifying Tears Never Flow: A Poem

Year after year after that dear monumental memory sphere.

Tears ran dry, and no longer able to weep

Seep into a depression, lacking the ability to feel pleasure

I measure myself on who is around me

Which is no one, and I'm alone

I became what I hated and claimed I loved people

I grew up in a steeple, and God became all that I seek

My depression makes me feeble, and I cannot reach the lost

Haiti was the cross I took on as I went on a mission trip and gave permission to seal the deal

I felt their pain without restrain

I wept over them, and I could not slept, for it was my duty to save them

Now Haiti is in the rearview mirror

My tear ducts are dry as I summarize this feeling

Oh, how I wish for healing

That land is plagued with killing hunger and famine

It goes unexamined

I fleet into my retreat as I cruise in a different direction

I guide course out of my past into the future

My destiny now is to heal those through touch by giving them massages

Lowering the cortisol and enhancing their vibration

Its as if I help arrive at the euphoric station

This train eases their pain and drains their worries away

I must convey that I won't stray from this path of healing

I've reached the ceiling of my emotional cap

It's a wrap. I'm going to press on and persevere