There are traces of lines upon my face left by the tears rolling down my cheeks.
There are times when I feel like I am coming undone.
When I am crumbling inside.
My tears keep flowing.
In the midst of my grief and pain.
I don't know when it is going to end.
I don't know which way is up or down.
I don't know when I am going to reach the bottom.
The grief and pain overwhelm me.
Out of that grief and pain comes beauty.
Through the collection of my tears, I have found treasures that I will hold onto for a long time to come.