Tears

The body's own irrigation

To wash away the pain

From grief

From pain

From humiliation

Diluting

Dissolving

But not solving

Why can't they carry it away?

Like flotsam

The broken splinters of our life

Sinking into the abyss

Drowning in a wave of

Sorrow

Tears

An outward display of

Turmoil

Stress

Why can't they carry me away?

We cry when we're grieving or hurt. We cry when stress or our emotions become too much for us to hold inside, so it leaks out. Sometimes, this is as a stream. A trickle that belies the flood it could easily be.

Other times, the flood flows freely. It can wash away the dirt or dust. It can soak the cheeks.

But why can't it just wash us away and leave the pain behind. A tombstone to make where we were finally broken?