the Tear

I am a little fissure
at the tip of the tear.
And I
        I am happy there.
Lots of people come
to push at the end -
to make it wider
to make it disappear
some for the bad
some for the better
-but they all come
to the same end
        the end
              that's still there
I've lived at the edge
of the tear all my life.
None can move it.
It will move
without our hands to push.
The tear is its own
as I am my own.
We won't move till we're ready
perhaps never
but you can push
if that's what you want
go ahead push
attack the waves
we'll still be here.