What Good are Tears?


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

flowers

that bloom

along the shadowed

pathway

of my heart.

They fall

and light my way.

Copyright © 2019 Penny Wilson

*No worries, my friends.  Just playing with words here. 

Image by bella67 from Pixabay

Payment of Tears


I use them on the flowers

That bloom in the dark.

They spill down my cheeks

And run rivulets across my heart.

I taste the salt and wonder;

The price seems so high.

When will they be enough?

How long must I cry?

Copyright (C) 2017 Penny Wilson

**This is a work of fiction.