The Sacred Cry

Yesterday, I cried.
I cried from my soul.

My body shook and my voice trembled as the tears came.
I cried for the silencing of the Starseeds,
For the pain of the children,
For the mistakes of the mothers,
And the misguidance of the fathers.

I cried for the trauma the grandmothers still carry,
And the flaws the grandfathers passed down.
I cried for the bondage.

I cried for the children who grew up in the 80s—
Survivors of abuse.
Survivors of neglect.
The children who were "seen but not heard."

I cried for the men who dominate,
For the women who downplay,
For the politicians who lie.

I cried for truth.
I cried for truth to be spoken.
For all beings to be sovereign and free.

And then—
I cried for me.

I cried for the mission at hand,
For the cross I must bear.

Then I breathed it all in.
My heart, a little heavier—
But I was glad for the cry.

-x Rainbow -x

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