Today I cried,

Well not me, my soul.

I’m not even sure what I needed to cry about, but I know I needed to feel the tears caress my cheeks, fall to my bosom, and wash away the stains on my heart.

Today I cried,

I’m not sure if it was for her,

The lost girl who hides deep in repressed memories,

Or if it was for me,

The woman who knows her undealt with baggage is causing the sea of emotions

Today I cried,

Because I needed to,

Or did I want to

Was my soul so tired that it needed to cleanse, and I had no choice.

Am I crying because my soul is tired of carrying around the heaviness of this fleshy vessel?

Is my spirit simply reminding me my conscious and subconscious are two different realties and I can only pretend so long before the two worlds collide?

Today I felt alone, I felt a chill as if my soul hated this realm, as if it was disappointed at what I put us through and wanted to pull us somewhere else

Somewhere better.

Am I crying because my soul knows another world and reaches for it,

Sad because we are here, stuck in longing.

Does my soul know a place without heartache, without hurt, without trauma, without me?

Maybe my soul has seen enough. Maybe my soul is ready to go.

Today my soul cried.