Each fallen teardrop
Speaks of words
I am not able to
Nor would dare utter.
They do not descend
Because I am
Too weak to speak
As I am too strong
To sting others
So I let the pain
Sting my face instead.
Author's Notes/Comments:
Inspired by: “There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief...and unspeakable love.”