Teary

Doleful drops of rain

lingering behind the wall, building

bonding to each other, unwilling to let go.

Soon the dam will break, and let the water flow

away washes your pride

washes your face with salt.

Streaking, dripping, running,

from the two corners of sight

unable to fight,

that unbearable urge

to cry. 

Author's Note

To the times we've tried to blink back tears.

Reviews

[Another Relic]

You give a nice description of weeping with control. The first two lines really say a lot. Really nice job on this one Jenny.

[Andy Ruffett]

I like this poem. Especially the line "washes your face with salt." Very meaningful. Probably what everyone feels when they let those tears flow.