A single drop,
a salty tear,
lingers in the corner of my eye,
tentative at first,
until the relief comes
from letting go of the emotion
I’ve held so close to my heart.
One drop follows the contour of my cheek,
marking the path for others to follow.
I feel solace in that line of emotion.
I trace it with my finger
as countless tears fall in succession,
trailing the first,
releasing my imprisoned worry.
Only the silence hears me cry,
and when my tears have all but gone,
the clouds over my heart are lifted,
and my rain has washed away my unease.
polysyllabic profundities 
My kinda poem…..beautiful expression of words. The first tear is always the most painful to shed, from then on its gets easier.
I agree….thanks for the comment!
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Very touching and beautiful
Thank you very much.
” And my rain has washed away my unease. ”
Just the kind of end that works. Very beautifully expressed. 🙂
Thank you very much.
Really beautiful, and hopeful too. The tears we all need to shed sometimes.
Thank you and, yes, I agree.