There's something beautiful about these tears
Shed early in the dawn
In the harshsoft slate - light
Like discoloured pink of cherry blossom
Like red ink dropped into water
Tendrils of love, betryal, hurt
That snake down into pouted lips
And taste like years of uneasy sleep
And youthful mourning

The fingers of breeze through the view
Catch her and comfort
Golden beads of trust just formed
On spider's webs delicacy
Somewhere inside
Jesus places his hand
And soothes with the tenderness
Of hands that know brokenness
Her traumatized being
And the healing of violation dawns slowly
With words spoken through a sister
"You never have to be alone again"

She weeps.