The beauty of tears
graces my face
working my way through words
to get my heart into the light
preoccupied by skyward motion
forgetting to watch my step
i fall into you
knocking you off the boat.
we owe each other
attention to the small things
is it easier to celebrate the major victories
than it is to cherish the silent moments
of authentic joy?
is it easier to carry each other's biggest burdens
or to notice the small wounds
forming out of sight?
and who decides what matters most
do we allow each other
to set the standards by which we interact
or do we impose our own values
on relationships?
it is usually the questions
and not the answers
that break me down.