A crystal clear drop,
Emotion bottled up.
A mystery to men,
But it ought to not.
Such a simple thing,
But it's so complex.
It never can be held,
It's not just a thought.
It’s a deep feeling,
It’s a show of words,
Which are not.
A tear is a gift,
A mystery,
Something to solve.
It hides things you’ll never know.
It holds the secrets of our hearts,
A tool or an escape,
A blade or wave,
It's the best or the worst.
It whispers things that either make or break us,
Time, trust, and patience are tools,
You’ll see.
A tear is a wish our heart makes.
It's something that grows,
It’s something you hide,
It’s not ready for the world outside.
Such a simple drop of water,
Can show you our secrets,
Either were at the top,
Or we’re breaking into a million pieces.
It's a way to survive.
A way to live or to die.
For us it's who we are inside.
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Author:
Guinevere Callender (
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Comments1
Well written. Your poem explores how tears serve as both a means of expression and a reflection of internal struggles, conveying deep feelings that are often misunderstood by others.
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