The tears I’ve shed,so many,enough to fill a river,and then some. They flow freely,releasing my sorrow,until it pools,silently at my feet. When they dry,sorrow has dissipated,but not erased,they will come once more. They hurt,they heal,they gather,they fall. Like silent dropsin an ocean,unseen,unheard. Yet, I will savour my tearsfor in their releasingcomes a knowing,that I lovedContinue reading “The Tears I’ve Shed”