Book

It will be a while before
I am able to forget to take the jar of tears
from the bookshelf
placing it in my chest each morning
my habit, has become my ritual
there is absolute comfort in knowing
this bit of familiarity
there is nothing wrong with craving
release from the cage of conformity
most see this as a Destruction
yet I know this as Healing
I will take the bundle of apologies
bury it deep beneath
the bookshelf in my living room
give it back to the shadows
light has graced me with the insight
of what serves
and I'll keep the salty jar
its home is calling