Tears Have Voices
Free falling like a diamond studded shooting star, shimmering in the darkness,
Reflecting the reflection of moments treasured.
History is secured with-in my bosom, several occasions I can speak from, choose one.
None can know the burden I carry, the joy and sorrow your heart buries.
I, like my brethren testify of this, the outward expression of substantial fervor,
By definition I pour from the flesh of the observer, furthermore, I am the server,
carrying away the weights that rest heavy on your soul,
Molding every emotion into a portrait.
Slowly forming speech that speaks of sheltered feelings lingering on the mind.
I find my purpose in the emergence of the soul.
Oh! The secrets that I hold.
The heart that releases me I see as fearless and bold.
Though cold is my existence, my time is wrapped in a short journey of self purging, truth bursting, in what is displayed.
A shattering impact, I kiss the ground, fracturing like a flowed crystal under pressure,
I lay broken,
With my purpose served and voice heard I leave you with this thought
When your tears are observed,
what story did they tell when they fell, heavy, with many words…