**The Heaviness of a Tear**
A tear falls tenderly, delicate and slow,
However conveys beyond what you could be aware.
A ton of hurt inside its drop,
A weight so weighty, it can’t stop.
It’s brought into the world from places somewhere inside,
Where quiet distresses frequently stow away.
Concealed, unheard, it accumulates there,
Until it breaks in murmured air.
The tear might appear to be so little, so light,
However holds the most obscure of the evening.
Laments, lost dreams, a heart’s profound hurt,
The heaviness of all that it can’t take.
In that tear, 1,000 words live,
Sentiments no voice might at any point direct.
It recounts to a story, peaceful, huge,
Of minutes lost and prospects passed.
Be that as it may, in its fall, there’s likewise elegance,
A purifying touch upon the face.
A tear that diverts melancholy,
Clears the way for a more brilliant day.
For however its weight might drag us down,
It lifts the spirit that is come unbound.
The heaviness of a tear, however weighty, valid,
Passes on space for light to break on through.
Thus it falls, with quiet may,
An image of the spirit’s own battle.
In that tear, the heart’s help,
The weight it conveys, then, is brief.
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