This Poem talks about tears because I have been in tears of hurt. If you are reading my poem, I hope you understand. We all get hurt when we grow up or are abused in any way.
Ecclesiastes 4:1 Again I looked & saw all the oppression that was taking place under the sun: I saw the tears of the oppressed, and they have no comforter; power was on the side of their oppressors~ and they have no comforter.
4:2 And I declared that the dead, who had already died, are happier than the living, who are still alive. 4:3 But better than both is the one who has never been born, who has not seen the evil that is done under the sun.
There are times it is ok to cry at times when we are hurting. There is nothing wrong with crying it out of our bodies. We all need to mend, and I hope…
