There is no rhyme or reason to my tears
they come and fall at their own discretion
each entering the world from the corners of my eyes
only to die on the axis of my chin
each tear stands unique
finding pain and beauty in the intricacies
my soul has woven
each a subtle reminder of life
despite myself...
I still bear long forgotten baggage
it rolls over me in the form of tears
they roll down my face
inexplicably opening the floodgates of my soul
held inside for over 27 years
Thursday, May 11, 2006
tears which flow for no reason at all...
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