Monday, February 16, 2004
So Yet again, kristin has written a poem that I must share: Hope you enjoy...

The tears they fall on their own
Each one representing the ways I have grown
Rinsing away the old actions, emotions, thoughts,
Why were these tears even brought?
Why must growth be represented in such a painful way?
Why do we learn how not to be by being?
Why learn by doing, when we can learn by seeing?
By not doing we learn.
Or is it, by not doing we yearn?
Yearn to do.
Why do we yearn to do then learn to not?
Memories of one or the other are evoked
Either way with tears we are choked
What an odd way to live,
To hurt to do things we desire
But also to hurt over fulfilling those desires, to hurt over those experiences we acquire
To have gained the knowledge we have gained
To experience the pain we have pained…
But life would be nothing without those refreshingly cleansing tears
And those fabulous growth spurting fears
If we didn’t cry, we’d have nothing to cry about
Our hearts wouldn’t be so strong or stout
Nothing would provoke emotion if we had none.
There would be no sadness
But that means no bright happiness or gladness
We need these tears and fears, the tough learning, the aching yearning
That’s what gives us life, this insatiable desire to experience filled burning
We need the bad to have the good, we need the dark to know there is light
We need the wrong to make things right.

Well, I'll write something of my own later, but ponder that, bc its amazing!