Tears
 

Once I would cry in the shower
because it was
the only place
where the water could
mingle with my tears
and fall so silently
slipping away
down the drain...
Not only in prison
I was in exile
hostage to another
Salt mingles with salt...
The Pacific is filled with my tears

Palms against cold white tiles
head lowered, eyes closed
shivering, naked and alone
Then the clear water 
falling from above
pouring out - cleansing
Purifying 
Bearing away tears
before they fell
It's not really crying
When there is no one to see
and no one hears

Slowly I emerge, trembling
Aphrodite rising from the foam
New-born - Serene
Obedient to my own needs
I stand silent, feet apart
listening for faint echoes
of all those tears
that slid down dark drains
urgently rushing now
miles to the Pacific
Will they ever reach
the shores of mercy