The heart beats.
Slow and rythymic.

Tears drip
down sorrow strown faces,
filling up their glasses.

A coffee mug
full of tears.

One might
call it weak.

One might
call it broken.

But a coffee mug
full of tears
is a heart full of emotions.

Every heart beat;
each pump
pump
pump
through your veins
is a drum of strength.

Man does not cry
because he’s weak.

Woman does not
fill up her teardrop glasses
because she’s sorrowfully
broken.

Nay,
each teardrop
dripped
dripped
dripped
dropped
is one of resilience.

A silent,
war
ongoing in the mind.

One might call
a coffee mug
full of tears
broken.

But I-
I call it wholesome.

*Don’t be afraid to fill up your coffee mugs full of tears. God made us to feel! So feel.*