Some tears taste <br />like pure, clear spring water, <br />despite the salt, <br />and despite the fact that you know <br />they’re your fault, <br /> <br />they do not sting <br />of pinching shame. <br />You know your wrongs; <br />you know their names. <br /> <br />They open your heart <br />to a little pool, <br />a glassy pond, <br />and a dropp of you <br /> <br />falls on the water, <br />your pristine rain, <br />washes clear the silt <br />on the surface, <br />washes clear the prickly pain. <br /> <br /> <br />(For a friend in program who reminded me that guilt (RE: realization of and accountability for ones actions) isn't the same as the terribly painful shame.)<br /><br />Marc Mannheimer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/some-tears-taste-good/
