Eyes Speak Louder than Words

I am the architect of my own storm, yet in each sob there is a spark.

One that bears the weighty sum of loss, but also fuels me into its fire. Is it not beautiful?

This curious blend of pain and power?

My tears are neither weakness nor shame — they fall freely to cleanse where wounds lie Deep inside — A cleansing baptism under starless nights.

When the night swallows me whole, I remember my tears — tiny fragments of inferno. Each one a relic of an emotion lived fully and well; an embodiment not merely to be dismissed as salt traced tracks on weary cheeks. Are they born from joy, these spherical glistening entities that slip down silently?

Or bred in despair’s fraught embrace? Within their watery clear depths resides the human condition tangled up with existence marked by love lost or won.

In shedding them lies strength untold. In holding back…an ocean kept at bay within unblinking eyes!

You see me alight with more than mere sadness: it is resilience personified into salty droplets spelling out tales only silence could bear witness to.

I am but ordinary made extraordinary through intensity spilling over eyelashes framing windows staring bravely ahead!

These verses are inspired by Queen Katharine’s determined spirit in “Henry VIII”. By transforming her vulnerability into strength,

“My drops of tears I’ll turn to sparks of fire”