"Little Teardrop, Closest Friend"
...The title of a poem I wrote several months ago...
The message: clear.
The objective: achieved.
The source: undisclosed.
The reason for posting: unknown ... :-) other than, I came across it while browsing a file and wanted to give it a chance to glimmer in an environment where it's not merely a silent, solitary soliloquy. The occasion which elicited it, I assure you, is of no extraordinary consequence - it was produced in a moment of pure, undilluted heartache and in a mind cornered by confusion and inner chaos. *yeah, I added a lil artistic flair for theatrics* ;-) Really, though, this post isn't meant to be depressing. It's for me... it's for God... it's for clarity of purpose. And if you happen to be reading along, thanks... it's for you, too.
Little Teardrop, Closest Friend
Teardrop, skipping down my cheek,
What would you say if you could speak…
Would you even dare to share the pain within
That seeps out through your very being, my friend?
What if tears could tell stories of events that produce them?
Would mine write books and novels of the solemn truths then?
Sometimes my mind can’t formulate the thoughts…
Sometimes my fingers can’t type the rhymes…
Sometimes my mouth can’t speak the words
--but my tears are always heard…
My tears bear proof of hurt.
Do you know what these would tell –right here, right now?
What if they could empty all my secrets somehow…?
Then maybe you’d see the depths of all my fears and doubt
And all the pain and hurt would just come spilling out
Little teardrop, closest friend,
You’ve seen me on lonely nights
When I thought my sorrow would have no end
As you rolled onto my pillow and out of sight…
When all were fast asleep in bed
When no one knew of the residing pain
You stayed close by –caressed my head
Even as I wept in vain
You’ve been there when the pain has swelled and rushed
From something crushed, broken, severed
You’ve quieted my aching heart with your warm, gentle touch
--Reminding me that heartache doesn’t last forever
Deep in my chest –no one could see, but you always knew.
You wondered at how often I summoned your presence…
Your solemn concern for each of my wounds…
A trusted confidant, guarding my very essence
Tonight as you trickled off my eyelash
Did you give a second thought about the source?
As you sauntered down my cheek –your familiar path
Did you wish that you could chart a different course?
April 12, 2009
Dedicated To: My sore heart and the tears I’ve shed
Inspired By: *******
PS I want to forget…
What would you say if you could speak…
Would you even dare to share the pain within
That seeps out through your very being, my friend?
What if tears could tell stories of events that produce them?
Would mine write books and novels of the solemn truths then?
Sometimes my mind can’t formulate the thoughts…
Sometimes my fingers can’t type the rhymes…
Sometimes my mouth can’t speak the words
--but my tears are always heard…
My tears bear proof of hurt.
Do you know what these would tell –right here, right now?
What if they could empty all my secrets somehow…?
Then maybe you’d see the depths of all my fears and doubt
And all the pain and hurt would just come spilling out
Little teardrop, closest friend,
You’ve seen me on lonely nights
When I thought my sorrow would have no end
As you rolled onto my pillow and out of sight…
When all were fast asleep in bed
When no one knew of the residing pain
You stayed close by –caressed my head
Even as I wept in vain
You’ve been there when the pain has swelled and rushed
From something crushed, broken, severed
You’ve quieted my aching heart with your warm, gentle touch
--Reminding me that heartache doesn’t last forever
Deep in my chest –no one could see, but you always knew.
You wondered at how often I summoned your presence…
Your solemn concern for each of my wounds…
A trusted confidant, guarding my very essence
Tonight as you trickled off my eyelash
Did you give a second thought about the source?
As you sauntered down my cheek –your familiar path
Did you wish that you could chart a different course?
April 12, 2009
Dedicated To: My sore heart and the tears I’ve shed
Inspired By: *******
PS I want to forget…
Because I Tip-Toe?
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