Anatomy of a Teardrop
Teardrops all have unique biographies.
They hold so much more than just their physical components.
Hopes and dreams seep down our faces, leaving trails of misery behind.
Grief showers, cleansing our hearts and minds.
Happiness trickles, a leaky faucet of joy and delight.
Anger spews, uncontainable and inconsolable.
Relief flows, literally washing our fears away.
Tears comfort, cajole, threaten, reassure.
They inspire guilt and penitence.
They incite rage and foster gentleness.
They are both a weapon and an olive branch.
Cynics will tell you that tears are a physiological response to stimuli, nothing more.
We romantics know better.
They are the essence of our humanity, eau de homo sapiens.
They fill the gaps of our stories where words fail, sometimes finishing what we never knew we started.
They hold so much more than just their physical components.
Hopes and dreams seep down our faces, leaving trails of misery behind.
Grief showers, cleansing our hearts and minds.
Happiness trickles, a leaky faucet of joy and delight.
Anger spews, uncontainable and inconsolable.
Relief flows, literally washing our fears away.
Tears comfort, cajole, threaten, reassure.
They inspire guilt and penitence.
They incite rage and foster gentleness.
They are both a weapon and an olive branch.
Cynics will tell you that tears are a physiological response to stimuli, nothing more.
We romantics know better.
They are the essence of our humanity, eau de homo sapiens.
They fill the gaps of our stories where words fail, sometimes finishing what we never knew we started.