Once upon a time,
Tears meant rock bottom.
They meant emergency measures.
They meant life or death, again.
Then, and only then,
Were they even an option.

Today, I cried seven times:
Once for sadness
Over what has come to pass,
And six times
For beauty, gratitude
And overwhelming love.

I’m not even angry anymore.
I can’t justify it
When life is this beautiful.

Written by Helen Rose on February 11, 2019