Worn

The funniest thing

I write about those shifting times

Perhaps to soothe you 

or me

Make sense or art of it.

But most times I have tears behind my eyes

Joy in the amount of love I carry for it all

for you all

and only in times when I perhaps am worn down

like an old coin

do I let them fall

my force a resplendent liquid light

I can no longer contain my love solid

but allow the change of form

Astounded, still.