Vail of Tears
And Pain
Upon her cheeks, a veil of tears,
A shroud that veils her inner fears,
A fragile bridge between heart and eye,
Where pain and solace entwine, oh so nigh.
Each drop that falls, a silent plea,
A whispered cry, a hidden decree,
Blurring the line ‘twixt soul and sky,
As her emotions within her heart lie.
A cascade of rain, a torrent of pain,
Each teardrop a fragment of the emotional chain,
They tumble like raindrops in a storm,
A veil woven from feelings reborn.
The world outside meets the world within,
Where turmoil and solace intertwine,
A dance of emotions that knows no end,
In the veil of tears, secrets entwined.
Oh, how the tears paint stories untold,
In the glistening paths that they unfold,
A language that needs no spoken word,
A tale of emotions profoundly stirred.
The veil of tears, a silent art,
A canvas of feelings from the heart,
It masks her sorrows, her inner strife,
Yet also whispers the beauty of life.
For in each drop, a moment’s release,
A cathartic path to inner peace,
The veil of tears, a sacred space,
Where emotions find their silent grace.
So let the tears fall, let them flow,
For in their waters, emotions grow,
And though they shroud her pain’s array,
They also wash her troubles away.
The veil of tears, a paradoxical guide,
That blurs the realms where feelings reside,
In its gentle shroud, she finds her way,
Through pain and healing, night and day.
