Tears are hot.
Tears are lead.
Tears are mere droplets of the soul.
They can only be torn away by great movements of emotion.
And on their searing journey from our center
They cool so as not to burn so very badly.
Tears are the blood of one's spirit.
They can leak slowly, gently...
Or the spirit can hemorrhage desperately, uncontrollably.
But through the loss of such precious liquid,
The soul grows, rejuvenates, rebuilds...
Never regret your tears.
They are your essence's way of molting one layer to grow five more
Each even grander than its predecessors.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem