Soul Tears Poem by Cherie Mort

I cried soul tears last night
Today I wear a storm-colored top
My clothing reflects the turmoil whirling around in my mind
Deciding which path I should go down has never been easy,
I want everyone to know
How do I choose between what I want
And what is right?
My soul fights for control
But my mortal layer smothers it, a puppet entangled in the strings that create our world and make it so small
How rare it is, then, for one's soul to cry tears, only to have them released into the mortal world!