It comes with a lump on the throat, <br />Conceived by a gripping pain. <br />In the absence of comfort sought, <br />There's a need for release again. <br /> <br />First formed with a deep sigh, <br />A quiver of the lips tries withholding <br />That tiny dropp from the eye <br />From eventually...finally, falling. <br /> <br />As the weight from the heart breaks, <br />It flows with abandoned speed. <br />A torrent of drops the eyes forsake, <br />The water of relief, tears indeed.<br /><br />Cynthia BuhainBaello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tears-506/
