Sacredness

She has bruises on her bones,

the hurt is deep,

every gasp causes her bones to weep.

There is a sacredness in her tears,

the Universe in every teardrop.

I found in moments when she cries,

her tears are not the mark of weakness but of power.

And when she finally exhales, and her bones settle in quiet stillness,

even though the pain is woven throughout her foundation,

her tears still sing of unspeakable love.