Origin Unknown

It must have escaped me because the cause I don't know - but this morning, I found some tears had appeared and traced a delicate path down the side of my face.

I sat and I pondered but could not remember what unfolded as dreams or in the spaces between.

Asked myself if I have honored my emotions enough while awake.

We’re they allowed to be felt? Did I give them the space?

Or were they pushed aside and stuffed away, leaving the only way out that path left to take.

So, they waited for me to fall fast asleep, and out of my eyes during slumber they seeped. Were they birthed from deep pain or a descendent of joy?

They must not have felt safe enough to dance during the day and I will probably never know why they showed up in this way.

Stretching my limbs, I reached for my glasses, took a deep breath, and did my morning routine.

Implemented my protection, then listed three things I'm grateful for.

A practice I do before my feet hit the floor.

Today on that list we’re the very tears in question.

Origin unknown but still deserving of mention.