Tears and Recovery

A poem about grief and sorrow turning into a strength

 

Tears flowed like a torrent, unstoppable.

From my cheeks to my chest

The walls of the dam breached.

I had no control of the sorrow.

My heart shattered, the pieces adrift.

In the ocean of my mourning

It wasn’t until my later years.

That I realized it wasn’t you that I mourned

It was the broken hopes and dreams.

The promises of a new life

That I cried for

Bereft of hope at the time of parting

I couldn’t see beyond the grief

But life has a way of renewing itself.

And I recovered stronger, and wiser.