A compassionate soul a gentle heart ever so softly quietly stole into my heart with kind words and tender moments shared fences crumbled wings once again unfurled I dare once more to envision tomorrow Copyright (C) 2019 Penny Wilson Image by silviarita from Pixabay
I can cry with happiness or from pain. My tears can evoke sympathy from you or pity. They spring from my emotions, provoking emotions in you.
How can I use them? Seems a shame to waste such a thing; to let them fall needlessly upon the earth. Will they nourish the soil? Will they feed the flowers? Perhaps I could bottle them. Sell them as an elixir. A potion to cure the sick. Or a youth serum. I can see myself as a street corner merchant. Promising the moon with my little vials of prized tonic.
When I’m alone and no one can see, they can still fall. What good is that? How can I use them?
I use my tears
to water the
along the shadowed
of my heart.
and light my way.
Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson
*No worries, my friends. Just playing with words here.