By Lynn Bassett
She cries flowers instead of tears.
See opportunities instead of fears.
So very tired of the sad.
So she sees beauty, in the bad.
So many tears that she has shed.
So many hours in her bed.
Alone and thinking how to be better.
How not to let the evil get her.
So now her tears are flowers of hope.
Unties the knots, loosens the rope.
She frees herself and perseveres,
She now cries flowers instead of tears.