… a tiny teardrop escapes the infinity of the mind,
slowly sliding down the cheek,
carrying words, faces, and voices,
becoming a river of feelings, touches, and memories.
and you are no longer sure
whether it comes from joy or pain.
all you know
is that it fills your heart
once more.
through all that challenges you,
that shapes you,
that builds you up,
over and over-
it carries you down the stream
into the wholeness
of who you really are.

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