Big Tears

I cry.
I cried this morning.
I cried alligator tears this morning.
Well, they must have been alligator tears,
because they were too big for this human!
It was a good cry!

It hurt at first, but
felt better at last.

I should cry more often.

I should do more things
that hurt at first but
feel better later.
I should do fewer things
that feel good at first
but hurt later.

It wasn’t a big deal,
and neither am I.
My problems aren’t my problem;
I am my biggest problem.
No enemy can do to me
what I do to myself.
I am my worst enemy.

Crying to my God
takes me above and beyond myself
like one before me …

Behold, I am of small account;
what shall I answer you?
I lay my hand
on my mouth.
I have spoken once,
and I will not answer;
twice, but I will
proceed no further.