Compassion, empathy, and self-sacrifice, the essence of a woman’s love can sometimes be disguised as tears. For the pain we bear spills out of us when too full.
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This may look like a mess, an accidental spill, yet it a necessity to move forward; it is a way to cleanse and prepare for another battle.
To someone unfamiliar with this process, tears may seem like a surrender, a giving up, and a loss. Strong women know this is not true, the tears are layers of skin getting thicker with ever last shedding.
They are the boundaries of pain being expanded to endure more, to care more, somehow.
This is the divine feminine showing her teeth; the strength hidden within her soul that only emerges when needed.
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The tears of a woman are pieces of her body; water that drips to distinguish a raging fire within.
Without the tears we resort to the masculine excretion of violence. It has been far too long that we viewed the masculine solution as brave; it is time to shed tears not blood. The need for friends not foes, caring not killing is upon us.
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