A face scrunched up,
A drop glistens,
A trice of frailty; an eon of solace,
I am the flooding that brings peace.
The fountains give me reason to continue
To fight my battles and win my wars.
They stand - a cataract -
Between an undoing so lethal
And a falling hope.
Steal my bravado, ephemeral tears,
Oh! I shed you in harmony and melancholy.
Fear not, for you are jewels of sentiment.
Stoic - I cannot be.
Tears mean no harm, they need no cause;
Tears are my strength, my relief, my belief.
Tears to wash away
Tears to let go.
