Tears

Tears come easily now. signs of their arrival, Known so well.

Pressure in the back of the throat Full feeling behind the eyes Corneas, red and moist Burning sinuses join the club

This routine, sequence, All too familiar. Catalysts many, Personal or empathetic, Regret-ridden or compassionate.

Will this optical tonic wash away sorrow? Or will the poisonous elixir build up, cause illness if held back.

Am I stronger to hold them back? Or weaker, fearing reality. Do I fear my own vulnerability?

Wait! I meant to play the flip side! Tears, just as salty and wet, Show happiness and, lest we forget, That love is just as fulfilling to give as to get.

Tears pick up where words can no longer go