Collect your tears in your hands
as if they're beams of light
because healing doesn't happen over night...
my tears are watering me,
overflowing,
while I put up a fight
for my right to be happy.
for my soul to be singing.
for my whole self to be full and blooming.
like the flowers I planted deep under every hardship...
I know better
than to be destroyed when my universe shifts.
I watered the seeds that grew roots with my tears,
and I've crawled on my hands & knees to get here...
I'm bruised and battered, with swallowed fear.
I forced it down with all of my might.
but its important to know I'm not afraid of the darkness,
because my tears can bring me light.
I have power within me still.
and I always will.

Poem by Emma Katka
Model is Savvy Male