Tears, oh tears, why do you come back? Unplanned, uncalled for…Who are you? Why do you stay unnamed?
Am I so weak that you had to come to rescue me?
We are not here because you are weak.
We flow, taking along the poison of defeat from the battle you lost.
We flow, taking along the poison of pride from the war that you ultimately won.
What battle? What war?
Love, on the terms of love. Life, on the terms of life itself… the war you won… Love on your own terms, life on your own terms… that’s the battle you lost.
How can something that is bigger than ‘I’, goes beyond a single ‘I’, be contained in this ‘I’’s terms?
Surrender is the true win of this war… you won, the ‘I’ in you lost.
And we tears? We flow out taking the wear and tear from the struggle out of your veins, setting you free of your wins and your losses too, of your past and your future too.