"Gift Of Tears" by Sarah-amy haley

A diamond, set upon a face.

In grace it falls,

As liquid lace,

To place a waterfall. In chase of tears, that grow,

And sink.

And race.

A pool of fear,

Of love and shame.

Of anger.

Joy.

Grief.

And pain a healing bead,

The seed

Of all who hate, and love, and bleed.

The freed that feed on mind’s emotion,

Humans, by their own devotion.

Devoured by the weeping of the feral liquid queen.

Yet,

From the eyes of others;

Nymphs and imps and elves.

The moistened cheeks,

The weak

And sodden droplets of deceit,

Show only of their treacherous alliance.

Their defeat.

Pity the drowning, deluded, “meek.”

See the sterile waters slowly

Seep from callous eyes. And creep.

Steady.

See the measured heaving,

Gently weaving.

Softly seething.

See the crocodile’s deceiving

With his water…

…Nothing more.

For the humans bear the magic.

Emblem of euphoric strife.

And life

That thrives in joy and pain.

In grief and anger.

Each the same.

A sacred gift. The soul.

Of the rampant liquid queen.

Shed in only places where humanity has been.

The symbol of a laden sphere.

Fusing laughter, hurt and fear.

Purity and liberty

Adjoined within a tear.