Poem for Me

I love the way my tears fall- the brimming, the slow move
to the precipice, as if I might be able to hold them back
and allow my embarrassment to win over my truth. 

and then - headlong dive over the cliff, moving down my face with the enthusiasm
of a child flying down a waterslide on a hot summer afternoon.
all this time seeking and knowing freedom, and dragging me along for the ride.