Clarity and crying

Angst is finding out that you are really one of a kind. That the world is really not clear. You look at a really old dirty stained glass window where the colours only reflect back the grime. the more you wipe the dirtier it gets. deeper it sinks...
 It is the tears that wash out the grime. light the way ahead and create a field for breakthrough. So if it's a long time you sat and activated those lacrimal glands, go have a good cry and an existential break through!

Sensing sorrow

First a twinge, a catch at the throat,
a memory that stings,
burning
like a red hot pepper
dipped in brine.

Then a twitch, eyelids trying to contain,
the mind dips into the heart
 whispering
like a promise
 sliced into silences.

A trail of wetness, tears stroking the cheeks,
emptiness that will not be filled
searching
like a vacant stare,
frozen in time.

Shaking shoulders,the lungs gasp,
the mind seeking location
resisting
like a floating fragrance
woven into the wind.

finally the head bows, hands reach out
to the will of the heart
caressing
like the touch of tender lips
to the wounds of love.