Breathe Free, Tin Man
Erin Kilmer
I am not the Tin Man,
who rusted stiff with every tear,
who feared the rain and the morning dew,
dependent on another to loosen frozen joints
every time he blundered into a puddle.
I am not the Tin Man.
Let the tears flow, let the rain pour,
And I will dance in the dew
And jump in puddles and laugh,
For the flow of water does not rust me solid,
but loosens my tightly-wound soul
so I may breathe free.
Inspired by this month’s Photoplay and and poetry prompt at High Calling Blogs.
Together for Good 
Nice !
love.
i need tears. for me they are like labor. sometimes i need to labor through something, give birth to it. so that my tightly-wound soul can breath free again too.
thank you for permission.
A dear friend calls tears “neosporin for the soul” — a healing salve.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful, tears certainly are salve for the soul.
Just beautiful. I, too, embrace that flow to unwind, feeling like the Tin Man when I don’t let it go. 🙂 Thank you!
I missed this in the prompt, but I am glad to see it now! I love your ode to the Tin Man, your heart here. Sometimes it can be so hard to cry, can’t it?