It’s not worth your crying.
Save your tears for joy,
Or for the loss of those who brought you joy.
Snip away the vines that have crawled around your neck
And hold you back from light.
Hack the heartstrings that claw to stay attached,
That drip in poison and blind your inner sight.
Wash it away
If you are to use your tears for want of good,
Wash clean the pain.
And yearn to feel
Yearn to heal.
But never ignore the scar. Ignore the knife.
For, these diamonds can never truly be destroyed.
No matter the grit of the rock that hammers.
Stop defending thoughtless acts.
What diamond can shine when it still resides in darkness?
Poem & Illustration by Freyja Erickson-Rohrer