All the tears I cried
on the day you died
are stored in a jar
on the Moon or on a star.
They shine bright, through darkened night,
by the light of Moon or Star.
The tears, the tears are stored
in a jar, in a jar— oh Lord.
They shine bright
Though darkening night,
by the light, the light
of a Star.
Tears— my tears;
In a jar, in a jar.
Author: Jana Horton
I write to soothe my soul. I empty my words onto napkins, scraps of paper, receipts... anything really. When I was very young my mom told me to stop writing on my hand.
I never did.
I write on it to this day.
I’ve lost so many scraps of Self on soggy napkins; I’ve yet to lose my hand.
The words I scribble there may wash off, but since they are inscribed in my soul, once they are released, from heart to hand, I am allowed to let them go.
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