Written by T. Davis
Poured forth from tears to paper in an emotional moment

My tears flow into a river
Within this moment of sadness, 
Pooling here and pooling there
Not leaving much of an impression,
But as the memories grow
I find myself looking
Back up this river
See the places I’ve been
And hurt I felt
These memories dimming
As I flow along into the present
Feeling the current
Hurrying me along
As the channel narrows
I hear the turbulence
In the roaring sound
Of rough whitewater ahead
I hope I am able
To chart a safe path
toward the other side
The fear of not knowing
Pushing me forward into the unknown
The sound of the rapids
Pouring over me
My senses sharpening
Driving me toward
Possible peril or sweet release
The tears growing from the link
To my visions and views of life
Sometimes passing me by
Sometimes carrying me along
Both sides oddly rewarding
Sad tears divining my course
And tears of joy
Propelling me forward
Memories become my guide
On both sides of the river
Helping me
Make corrections
Toward a worthy path
I feel the passion of my soul
Pouring out into these moments
It is with my life, I see this vision
With this life, I taste these salty tears
With this life I find the clarity of purpose for living