A poem “about crying”

I know the difference between

God’s tears

And tears from my broken soul.

I cry with God when

My heart opens

Love pours into my veins.

My heart breaks,

Light trickles out.

I feel warm through

The tips of my fingers

To the corners of my lips.

I hear, “it’s okay.”

And I know it is.

My broken soul’s cry hurts.

It’s offensive,

Raw, and doesn’t care

About the pain.

It stabs me in the chest,

Venom oozes out.

Ice cold and lonely.

I shiver and wonder, “When

Does this end?”

I know it doesn’t.

The funny thing about tears

Is that the well never really

Runs dry.

It all comes from

The same place.