Begins its journey
From the heart.
Its destiny to be released
No longer privately withheld
Sometimes its power overwhelms
With the momentum gained from containment
Finally released it crashes like surf
Only to be pacified when the winds die
And the tide turns.
Sometimes it makes its appearance gently
soothing with its rocking motion
Settling when spent
It ends it journey
As it began
one tiny tear
Forced into daylight
Tracing its path across the still face
Finally a drop.