Draw My Tears Today. Poem by Zeh SheZ

Give me a poem.
Pen me a prose
to strum my heart strings.
To woo my tears out of their caves,
so they journey down my face
to their favourite departure place;
at the point of my chin.

Write me a poem,
that when I read my will shifts;
My emotions seek to know your feelings
that drove you from your bosom to bring forth
such thoughts as these you share;
That cause my spirit to moan with compassion.

Give me a line to reveal your soul to me;
The depth of the excellence of the Spirit that revealed to you the nothingness of your life in yourself;
Displayed by you through your poetic utterances.

How you stretch yourself to your utmost to express;
to reveal in you the vulnerability of being a man.

Breathe out the steam of stormy turmoil,
that churn in the core of your portals within.
The swords lancing your soul from inside;
Looking for an exit into the atmosphere,
to erupt, and then to vaporise.

Allow me under your skin to look, so I can see you from your angle.
Have me see you as never before in your pain and tears, as you fight to expel the fermented sludge within,
that has destroyed your spirit in deadly chunks;
at a time you thought being macho was supreme.

You will not crumble, nor burn like vampires, to ashes.
You will not fall.
I will have you in my embrace enclosed;
holding your tearful and panicked eyes with mine,
moist and speaking what only the heart can hear.

I will, in full view
see your crushed and broken soul.
Your bruised heart in pieces, bleeding still,
while you fear too much was revealed in
your moment of truth.

My heart will swell to fullness in my bosom
with agape and compassion for you;
grateful to the graceful God Who is Love.

My hand with gentleness will lift your chin
for your eyes to tilt to the sky above,
the face of God the Son to seek,
Who has waited long
for you to come home to heal.

My soul shall fill
with joyous songs of hope for you at last,
if that prose for me
your hand with spirited passion would scribe.
Instead of lifting your hand with force
on my face to land.

Give me that poem today.