The Heart that bleeds water

when I reflect on the stories of my Life and the tears flow so easily, I realize this is the water from my heart.I have had good reason to break down in tears these past few weeks, the strength that has walled them up inside has fallen to the ground of my soul and left me somewhat broken , rather than whole.

The echos of childhood traumas and the events of my adult life are the reason the feeling of defeat have caused me such strife. Like the fighter in the ring there have been too many blows and now it almost feel like I am down for the count.
But feelings do pass and there may arise new Hope if only one moment of victory were within my scope.

The tyrants that rule my defeat have money and power to rule their freedom, while I in a prison of poverty and pain seek the justice that will lead to an honorable gain.
To lose this battle would be another stain ,
on the memory of my heart and I would become the tear that flows in my own life with the grief of a child who had been abandoned .
Would I ever be able to look up, or see at all the things I felt still stood tall.
The love and ideas and beauty that is still there, or would thorugh the blindness of grief no longer care.

Question is there an answer?

Diane Dillon
Battle Weary