Many Rooms

I've decided:
my tears are my strength
My empathy
my secret power
For through all that I feel,
(and I can feel as though I feel it all),
I may weep, yet I do not break
I make it, whole
Through the fire and the flood
my tears fall
even as I stand
tender and determined
On my chest
I wear a hero's emblem
- imagined -
yet as true and worthy
as the tears I give away for free
from a many-corridored heart
which I refuse
to shut.