Tears
What are the puddles that gather in my eyes and swell so large that they run down my cheeks. Are these tears mine? Or a gift from someone else. The kind of gift that I didn’t want. The crushing of my heart the pain bestowed upon me is this the reason for these tears? I did not want them but they are here. As these tears run down my face they carry away the pain from my soul with them removing pain from my whole being. When they stop I feel better the heart is drained and the pain evaporates into the silent atmosphere of relief.
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