I breathe in a big sigh of relief,

but that only leaves me with brief

happiness. It only hurts when I am

breathing and the pain hurts the most

in my soul. I am not holding my breath,

yes, I am indeed holding my breath. Like

a pregnant woman, my soul is heavy with

grief and things aren't so groovy for me.

Through my sea of tears, I learn to let

go of my fears and allow the scars on my

heart to heal for once. Through my sea

of tears, I learn to open up my ears to

listen to God speaking to me. Through

my sea of tears, I develop a belief in

something more heavenly and divine

than myself.