A Pool Of My Tears

I knelt where the night

Forgot my name

And the floor beneath me

Softened into water

A single tear fell

Quiet as a confession

And the room rippled

As if the world itself

Had been waiting to break

Soon there was a pool

Clear enough to see

Every version of myself

I tried to abandon

Faces drifting like pale moons

Beneath the surface

I cupped the water

But it slipped through my fingers

Faithful only to gravity

Never to my grasp

Still I stayed

Watching the pool widen

Watching it learn the shape

Of my silence

And in its trembling mirror

I finally understood

Some sorrows don’t drown you

They gather at your feet

Asking only to be seen

Before they let you go