I CRY because I feel pain.

I CRY because I feel strength.

I CRY because I am broken.

I CRY because I’ve rebuilt.

The tears that stream from my eyes are made up of the emotions I can no longer hide.

And when those tears dry, I have a new slate.

At least for a moment, until my plate is full again, and I must make room.

Then I cry once more.