The eye stings as if it’s being pierced, hurt. Water flows behind, taking the path of least resistance, it’s usual plight.
The water is hot as it spills over the eyelid and glides down the slope of a cold cheek.
Now more and more comes from behind, pushing it’s way out and down to wait it’s turn, dripping on the edge of the chin to be forever blotted out by cottony tissue.
The water doesn’t mind if it has to linger, pooling and waiting it’s turn for twenty years to finally ever be released.
Tears of remorse
Tears of regret
Tears of loss
Tears of shame
Tears of sorrow, brought to God can bring…
Tears of Joy, Tears of happiness, Tears of healing, Tears of healing and Tears of love♡.