Dry lands and wet lands

I cried through the pangs of my purgation with tears filling my eyes and flowing through the dry lands of my existence, blooming thousands of sun flowers.
Tears withheld for long in the unseen corners of my masculinity, tears which never flowed for the love, loss and defeat.
Tears .. like magic goggles showed me pain, love and life which I always refused to see..
I saw souls with scars, beliefs and burdens around me.
On my shoulder I felt dry breaths of lives which are taken, lost and hidden.
I continued writing.