Tears shed

Tears, what are they?

Made up of water and salts

They cascade down her face

No time to dry one before another forms

Streams of salty water roll down her cheeks

Their shape, a rivulet, bursting through

A tiny aperture,

pressure creating

What is their purpose?

Leaf shaped buds of emotion

Floating endlessly to her neck

Joined by two candles of snot


she cried out

Not in words from her mouth

But direct heart to heart.

And in that moment she glimpsed, or perhaps

Imagined her unsaid words

appearing on each tear.

Are tears really heaven sent speech bubbles?

For when the words don’t.

Releasing the pressure of a heart

That doesn’t know whether to sit or stand

Lie down or crawl under a rock.

Are tears a coping mechanism sent from God

To help the helpless

To provide for the needy

And emotionally spent.

For the times when the only sound

Is a resounding natter

Of: any language will do.

For when rock bottom

Is hit with a thud


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