A Man’s Tears
They hold the weight of the world
So quietly they fall unheard unnoticed in the dark. Listen can you hear their silent thunder crashing down drop by drop releasing emptying his heart’s fullness his heart’s sorrow. Can you discern which reservoir overflowed? The pool of joy, or pride, or gratitude or is it that those shining drops so small and soft disguise their rightful names Doubt and Fear Regret and Shame whose weight became too much. Withheld suppressed till finally they would not be denied.
Forbidden still they stream unchecked but hidden from the world. Those tears, those jewels in liquid form rarer than the purest gold envelope them with tenderness at greatest cost they fell.
His heart revealed his soul laid bare parched earth now watered well when healed grows roots that stand the fiercest storms. Such power from such fragility what other flood conveys relief? He is the hero only tears allow and he will find his strength.






