Tears

[birgitta_nell@y]

Tears

It’s unusual, these tears…
Held back from the world, and the staring eyes,
Hidden behind smiles, and joyful laughter.
These tears are bottled up inside me
For the moment when,
In silence and solitude,
I can let them roll down my cheeks
Unnoticed and unheard.

Tiny rivulets trickle down,
I cannot stop them,
This stream has been blocked for too long.
In one moment, months of sadness and aching
Are spilled out into the open,
Like a deep mysterious fountain
Unleashed into existence.

Each drop that falls is a story,
A tale of doubt, and hurt, and sorrow-
Yes a sorrow so vast it cannot be let loose
In other way.
Fears, realized and raw,
Burn trails to the ground.
Drops falling,
The outward notice of a bleeding heart.

Words unutterable or imaginable
Are dissolved into these tears,
And as they escape their dark prisons,
Part of me dies, and is lost forever.
It is ironic that the same eyes that laugh to the world,
Could hold such power captive;
A warm and salty force,
With authority to make me weak and vulnerable,
And enough fear to keep the tears hidden
From all the world that doesn’t care.

[PrinceMyshkin]

The perception that no one at all cares is a common reaction when someone in particular appears not to care; but there are others here on this site, like myself, who do care. Hope you'll soon begin to feel better...

[birgitta_nell@y]

Thank you very much, I appreciate it!