Beneath

I know the earth collects my tears 

And pours them into watering cans

Making way

To bloom new flowers in the soil

The flowers are used- 

For funerals, for first dates, for apologies

No part of who I am

What I have cried—

Will ever go to waste

Not the pain in my heart

Or the tears on my face

I am allowed to

Embrace my pain 

Carry it, transform it, hold it, know it 

Every atom that exists within me will be used

For better days

Something useful 

Something beautiful 

Even if her origin is pain