I am constantly weeping.
There is an unknown ocean
in the depths of my core
and as I get older, the more
those waters rise, rise, rise
up to the ceiling of my self
and spill over into the reading
of an article online - listening
to another heart & soul break -
when my bones don't know
why it walks this blessed/cursed
earth.

I don't understand the weeping.
It's tied to the roots of sadness
and anger, but somehow wound
up in the branches of happiness
and satisfaction - this constant
dripping from this deep dark
ocean is at times a boulder
on my body - and in a whiplash -
a cathartic knife for my soul.

But I weep not alone.