She weeps

Weeps and weeps

And weeps

Staring at her daughter

Or what is left of her,

She weeps and weeps

Weeps and weeps.

*

The little boy

Hugs himself tight

Sobbing and sobbing

And sobbing himself

To sleep

His fingers

Then stop tending

To the wounds on his right arm

Left by burnt cigarette butts.

*

Her heart trudged over repeatedly,

Letting out an occasional whimper,

Full of shame and self hatred,

Watches his retreating back

Fully knowing she stands no chance in his dictionary,

Or his life

She whimpers

Whimpers and whimpers

And whimpers.

He was

Is

Will be

Her unrequited love

Till she meets death.

*

The blanket of lone

Wraps her around

As tears fall

From her windows

Those no one bothered to see through

The unseen that remains so

These droplets

That plunge

To meet the blanket.

*

This blanket

That squeezes the life

Out of those

Who shed these priceless beads?

'

They are not alone.

This blanket of lone

Is just an illusion.

All it does

Is carry your precious droplets

To this river

That transports

Yours

Hers

His

(tears)

And mine

To the land of vegetation

Where flowers

Trees

And all that

Greenery grows;

Nourishing them

Giving them life.

'

If you thought

The river of tears was planning to kill them

You are absolutely wrong.

'

They gave them all that they were lacking, you see?

Valor

Potency

Vivacity

Exuberance.

'

Warriors' hearts

Are too costly.

'

They only release

The best quality liquid

From their eyes

There is.

___________________________

Crying is never a sign of weakness. It shows how strong you are to let a moment of weakness through.

Strong people need weak. Trust me, weak can bar up your level of strength. :)
Weak is a medicine we all need from time to time.
Cry,cry,cry and cry.

We all are warriors.

And remember, you are not alone.
Never never.

©VioletEden