strange soil

maybe this time it's different? 
it's a different soul 
similar circumstances
both involving strange soil 
i wonder why the universe does this 
maybe this time it’s different?
it’s a slightly different soul  
from the last time this happened 
almost 365, but not really  
crazy how when i look in the mirror 
spots of orange and red sit 
where nothing used to be
maybe this time it’s different?
it’s a different kind of love 
before it was full of anger
now blue exists 
do you think this time it's different? 
you can’t invent a new color 


i remember all the nights
when crying was so natural 
so needed and so unavoidable
laying my head on my pillow 
waking up before my alarm 
on the clock fixing clothes 
whispering short hello’s to
unaware customers 
the urge always came back 
my eyes have been dry for 2 days
there are other things to shed tears for
now I cry for my people 
yea it hurts
but this type of love 
isn’t reckless or abusive
and i'm grateful
to be able to feel for someone else
another reason to show emotion
 abundance of love
not lack of
the cracks on my heart are healing
may the world give it some time
before new stitches are needed 
let me show empathy
i need to practice