• From the depths of my heart
    comes a story
    so sad
    so tragic
    so true
    that it can only be told through the tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    as I write this

    There is a little girl, bound against her will
    by the large hands of a persistent man,
    begging
    pleading
    sobbing
    trying to find her strength, but only through those tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    can she fight back

    But that man, persistent he was,
    and did not care for the little girl, only for his own needs
    his own stength
    his own black heart
    his own sight
    but, somehow, he could not see, the tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    and did not stop

    He would leave, then, suddenly,
    and the girl would cry into her pillow, begging for a brighter day
    for salvation
    for hope
    for mercy
    yet, she could not speak these words aloud, only through those tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    could she hope to be found

    And so, again and again, this man came
    showing no mercy upon this poor little girl, leaving her
    scarred
    bitter
    hopeless
    and not understanding why they stopped, the tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    from her eyes

    But it was over then, he could not see
    that she was over it now, that she could give up on a brighter day
    on salvation
    on hope
    on mercy
    and let go of those tears, those precious tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    because they were of no use to her

    He left, suddenly, and never returned to her
    leaving her lonely with a memory she did not
    want
    care for
    desire
    because they only brought back the tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    because of one, persistent man


    And finally, those many years later,
    she was safe, protected, and blissful but still, she feared
    him
    them
    all of them
    for their powerful hands that caused the tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    to become her only weapon

    So, she lives in the fear that harbors itself on the edges of her mind,
    praying for the memory to wash away with the tide
    to disappear
    to vanish
    to decompose
    until they are nothing more than a few tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    into the larger pool of tears that have been shed over the years

    Nothing more than a few more tears
    that
    f
    a
    l
    l
    and vanish once more into the depths of my heart




    ~ DoMiKaT heart