They Dry On Their Own

Written by: Paula Swanson

Within the quiet of the night, amid the shadows of my pain, the strength I held so fast to, ebbs, as another tear does gain. With out the giving of consent, it brings forth a fellow traveler. To follow a chaotic coarse, across my cheeks, twilight pallor. Bare of conscience thought, I brush aside, the meaning each holds alone. I hide behind my false bravado, as my tears dry on their own.