The tale of tears


She put nothing on the paper
for anyone to see
And yet she told a story well
that never ought to be.

With pen in hand so timidly
she struggled through the night
as she tried hard to put in words
what hands could never write.

A longing heart may never know
nor ever find the way
to say with pen and paper
what it so needs to say.

The trembling hand may never write
in words that can be read
and drying ink may never say
the words that should be said.

But stories written from the heart
will live on through the years
and that which only she could feel
she wrote that night in tears.

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