I wish I still had the innocence to cry for beauty.
Now, my reserved reservoir is solely for the purpose
of my lonely, drunken, meltdowns-
the enjambment of disruption.
I wish I still had the innocence to cry for confusion.
The overwhelming bliss of immersing into
new identities, gaining new perspectives-
the quivering of steady hands.
I wish I still had the innocence to cry for love.
How beautiful, chaotic, and confusing?
I will regain this child's eye and
rediscover the world in many new ways.
I will cry for beauty, once I can give all myself-
but how confusing and scary, that vulnerability?
Like child's play, I will jump into the splashes
of the rain puddles and fall down the rabbit hole
with eyes closed, crying...finally, tears of joy.