Damáō

Damáō

I cried into my palm, once,

all the tears I had left inside,

they turned to salt and stars and when

I puffed frost breath over them,

in a cold room with bare boards and cracked glass panes,

they froze

in carbonado crystals

and cut me.

Then I threw them home,

skyward at the sunset,

in a cadence of hot blood beads and chakra shards

and they turned to flame.

And as they fell to earth, this was their song

"... damáō , damáō; I overcome."