It’s a funny thing about tears –
they have a way of just appearing.
But so much passion
pulls them forth, well-racked
and tortured still;
like drowning souls they fight
for life and grip my body well.
What called them out,
or was it who and where have
they been hid? But questions
too are washed away
by this tumultuous flood.
It’s a funny thing about tears-
they have a way of just disappearing.