Healing Tears

Slow and Warm,

Healing tears

Cleanse the pain from my face —

Carry away the refuse of hopes dashed,

Wash the war torn paths of my mind —

Refreshing all that has become brittle,

dead.

Dampening what has turned to dust,

What threatened to blow away

in the smallest breeze

At any moment.

Flowing freely

from the spring of fear and hope —

Of love lost and longed for —

Within the core of my being.

Can they hold the heartache?