I had to hold myself -
together.
I have been given
-this knowledge.
To cry is a sign
that infirmity -
is mine.
My strength of what is.
And that not to
have cried would've
been a lie.
What is in my strength
is recognizing my ability
to've cried.
And as I wept,
the tears of salt
streaming down the cheeks
of my face.
It felt beautiful,
the infirmity was there,
- but gone at the same time.
That to cry - and not
to have cried -
is the most valuable
lesson I had ever
learned.
That is my privilege.
(And to have shared
in it.)
This experience has
gone.
This experience has put me blind.
But now that I've
cried.
I see - I Can see.
What is the truth.
And the truth is...
are these words as they
are read here.
What I experienced is
profound.
Why I cried -
was to validate the strength.
I have inside.
And, this strength
I experienced
was a purpose.
To cry = to test my courage.
to test my courage = was -
in testing my strength.
{This is all in our nature.}
Body is our nature.
Spirit is ours -
our energy.
And to release it,
through tears made of heaven.
And my body,
to have been purged upon -
I cry.
And it feels like this.
That you won't stop.
The crying will never - stop.
What stops - is what becomes you.
I am overcome with crying;
and not having cried.
I have been inspired -
through my strength to do it. (cry)
I am forsaken,
by my will to stop. (crying)
I wore my tears.
I Will never be worn by them.
This is the fear -
that lives in us all.
All of us fear
being seen for weakness.
But it's amazing -
how weak our power is.
My true power -
is found in my weakness.
What proves we are -
our tears -
are what makes us.
Makes us strong.
And found in my tears
is this enormous relief.
The relief of a growing
- monster.
The monster in us.
It makes you fear.
Fear crying.
And - when the crying stops.
What is, there??
In the closest proximity
to your heart.
Comes the words -
and from the heart
comes poetry.
And from poetry -
the tears on the monster
- flows dear.
That shadow is gone -
it vanishes.
And you perform without
fear for your monster.
Fear - fear from crying. . .
not any.
I've accepted my beautiful
monster.
For everything that it is.
---------------
It is in me.
And I am in it.
---------------
She hides it from me.
I suppose not to kill it
from (its) existence.
So - go back to being blind.
The perfect thing
that never was
- perfect.
The infirmity is.
Is perfection.
The crying is.
Is strength.
The strength is.
"Is stopping."
And the stopping -
is to think.
You move this energy,
as your experience
- how to dance -
with your monster.
And you will never
be manipulated,
manipulated - into thought.
The thought that you
never were capable of
infirmity.
Your weakness came
from the blindness of
- your monster.
And now that you've found it.
She will always be.
(end.)
Marco Almeida 2025
-The Peg
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