Forbidden tears

There’s no shoulder for sobbing on...To flush out from aching eyes

No one knows of her;
Filled with tears, behold
Why don’t you look through
The vantage point.

 

Everything around us
Sharp-word, unrefined;
Dear, uphold your tears high,
And don’t spill your tears for a blue.

 

There’s no shoulder for sobbing on
To flush out from aching eyes
Intimate hand that will listen to the inner echo.
And mettle up to be more upright and feisty.

First Published:July 26, 2020, 10:39 a.m.

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