Crying My Voice

How its so hard to speak your voice, till the tears begin to fall.

Clear as the air but, yet so noticeable,
Slowly running down my unmarked flesh,
Saltiness of once what was hiding afraid to comfort
now shows its true substance,
Washing way the fears,
Now seeking the truth,
Letting everyone know
it is no longer afraid to step ahead.
And, know it belonging,
Its right to be heard,
Flowing freely like a water fall ,
No one ever asking it to stop,
Just to bring forth the truth and beauty of ones self,
With every last drop of pure water,
To help me guide my way as I speak,
I wipe away the last tear that falls.