Tears

Tears are the language of the spirit,

The quiet words that say a lot,

Each drop a story untold,

Each wail a flood of feelings.

They overflow down like a cascade,

A waterway of torment and agony,

Communicating what words can't,

Delivering the heart's secret strain.

In snapshots of distress and depression,

Tears are the comfort we look for,

A purifying salve for the injured heart,

A language only the broken can speak.

They stream uninhibitedly in the midst of joy,

A demonstration of unadulterated satisfaction,

A flood of appreciation and love,

A festival of life's wealth.

Tears overcome any barrier between hearts,

Associating us in our weakness,

A widespread language comprehended by all,

An impression of our common humankind.

So let them fall without disgrace,

Let them speak the unspoken,

For tears are not a sign of weakness,

But a profound language awoken.

Embrace the healing power of tears,

Let them wash away your pain,

And in their place, may peace and comfort reign,

For tears are the language of the spirit, unadulterated and plain.