I am standing
in a pool of tears,
reflections staring back at me.
Sadness and heartbreak,
joy and happiness,
swirl together so silently.
Lost loves,
children stolen
by addiction and mental health.
Found friends,
reunited once more,
some of our greatest wealth.
Tears splash,
flowing down
into a river of sorrow.
As I paddle,
holding onto wings
of the Angel that I borrow.
There are days I sink,
overcome by pain,
unable to swim, I reach.
His hand, always there,
reaching down to me,
so the surface I can breach.
Sentimental feelings,
a fools cash, some say,
not worth holding onto.
Yet, there is laughter,
and joy that splash,
creating a rippley brew.
Time settles,
with the emotions felt
across so many years.
Always, I am reflected,
when I’m standing
in a pool of tears.
© Leslie C Dobson
If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.