Where the tears sit

In a crumpled page scrawled with fury

they sit, unread, unheard

Staring at a blank screen, they sit within

Unable to emerge through language

In stories kept and held

Buried, untold

They sit and wait

In the human flask, 

soul,

heart,

They sit, gaining momentum

In hands upheld to the sky

Heaven's tears flow and wash through

Inviting the stream within 

To join the current

To unleash

To arise from the depths of the earth,

To sit no more.

And my soul joins the grief

The raging storms

The wail that cries, 'All is not as it should be!'

And settles in hushed sobs

To allow the tears to sit

Where a Greater Hand can hold,

Collect, welcome

And embrace

The tears that have spoken.