How about a run, or a walk perhaps?
Up the hill to the coolest of the atmosphere.
Perhaps there, your tears will be bound to flow
For I can see clouds in your heart,
Clouds dark and heavy.
Sister, when you see the world from the top,
The towns, the markets, the houses, the gardens…
My dear, you will shed them all.
Your heart will be lifted,
And crystal drops will stream down.
You will cry not because of your pain,
But you will because you will discover
That life is beautiful, that every breath is precious.
You will invent another person in you.
Made of resilience, positivity…
Chastened in determination.