A silent language of salt and sorrow,

I yearn for brighter tomorrows.

They say it gets better in time,

But I’ve lost count of the days since I’ve seen the sun shine.

Pieces of me pressed into each drop;

I cried and I begged,

“Oh God, Please make it stop.”

Long overdue, this act of atonement—

Tears falling into an ocean of forgotten moments.

My tears telling truths of voices I fear,

I found myself drowning, lost in this sea,

Tears heavy, and my sorrow too deep.

Transparent messages slowly dripping from my cheeks,

Days flood quickly weeks.

I thought I could fix it,

But my eyes still leak.

With each drop,

With every sob,

Something in my heart dies—

The evidence clear in the trickle from my eyes.

As the showers of grief begin to clear,

Spring flowers press through,

Beautiful and new.

No more gasps for air;

At last I can finally breathe.