She cried and cried, for no one knows how long. It was as if she was crying her soul out. It doesn’t take long for a person to cry out their pain, their heart. But crying out a soul is different. It requires a deliberate effort, to push the tears out- each with a wisp of soul in it. Until there’s no more soul left; all cried out. That is when, although tears still remain, the person becomes soulless- with no sensibility, beyond caring, beyond doing anything with intent.
So when she cried so hysterically for so long, people thought she was crying her soul out. So that she would not care anymore for whatever came her way. She knew though, she could never cry it out; not her soul. The sensibility of everything was too great to lose. Even if she lost everything, she would not give that up.
Her soul was the one thing left free still. Her mind was occupied, her heart captured. Her actions were controlled, her sight and hearing channeled. But beyond all of this, was her soul- the one thing they couldn’t get to. The one thing that would be hers for ever, until He took it back. Because it was really His. She was just given it for safe-keeping, for a mere two hours.
And she was trying to keep it safe, so she could return it as pure as it was when she got it.