image of humanity

There’s something beautiful when I cry.

My emotions are so high

That they form into tears:

My eyes glaze over,

Red and reflective;

A still pond.

Is this what the gods see?

The image of humanity:

A person’s soul leaking out —

Pouring into the world?

I stare at a mirror

When my eyes start to tear —

Building up aggressively —

And I watch as they fall down my face.

I look into my eyes,

Now puffy and blurry,

Yet I see myself clearly.

It’s different from the mask I wear

Because when I cry —

It’s me.

There’s no room for pretend,

There’s no room for show.

And I feel as connected 

As ever to myself.

I smile at the purity,

At the beauty.