2 in 1

My one eye waters is it half my heart crying or my cup being so full that it's leaking? Either way it's unavoidable and whether I wipe it away taking my weakness and doubts with it; or I leave it showing pride in the way it has been and knowing I shed tears for the way it's turned out;It will be there. Yet I find myself every minute wiping it once it's half way down my cheek; stopping it before it rolls down my chin toward my heart; for it may already be crying and if it does make it down my chin it will just be water solidifying my paper mache heart. Made up of fragile pieces of the newspaper of my life; of stories short and true long and new all building up the layers and the strength of the heart shielding my cup of what this life is and what is has been. This tear changes from eye to eye everyday and in that peace does lay for knowing I've seen and done at each days dusk 2 in 1.

3:17 am