tears are the language of the heart
silent words that speak
when nothing else can
they fall like rain
softly erasing the edges of pain
leaving behind a quiet space
where healing begins
each drop carries a story
a moment too heavy
for the soul to hold
they erase the bitterness of grief
transforming sorrow
into something quieter
something we can carry
piece by piece
and though they blur the world
for a moment
they also clear a path
where the heart can start again
learning to breathe
with a little less weight
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
❤ Mike
Right back at you ❤️
What a beautiful and thorough poetic description of sadness. And also at the same time, with that thread of liberation that the release of the emotions give to the heart! Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful! 👏🙂❤️
Thank you so much. What a beautiful comment ❤️ 🙂
Such a beautiful poem threading the pieces together of the clearing, pain and gift of tears, Jennifer. I love how you carried it through from the start to the finish!
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Thank you, Cindy. Your support and love fill my heart 💓
You’re so welcome.. your words are always treasures! 💕
A treasure like you 💕
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