Your Tears Are Your Laurels

Your sorrow is your gift

Years of hurt, so noble

effort to go on sublime

 tears are the starshine of joy 

Your laurels are your heart

Shining from the center

The fullness of death

Even in the midst of life

Your face is your name

 Your name is starlight

 Light that shines

From the mirror of your eyes

Trauma is the gift

Loss the beginning of compassion

With kindness it’s response

Your light is your name 

You are worthy of its power

The art of your life

Tears part of its beauty

Life whispers

You are deeply loved