Tear

The occasional lone tear trickles down my face,
landing on my black shirt and will stay invisible there,
with only me knowing its whereabouts.

Even if I don’t understand its roots.

It’s fallen in the middle of silent meditation,
And was preceded by no conscious thoughts whatsoever
As to why it’s chosen now to release.

The mystery is one I embrace.
Deep within me, beneath my layers of protection,
An emotional, a spiritual prisoner of pain needed its freedom.

I am content to merely have been treated to a drip
Of relief
And will allow myself to sit in silence

And hope for more sweet forgiveness.