Cloudy weather gathering
A storm occasioned by pain is brewing
It’s going to rain teardrops today
My eyes have refused to be silenced
When all the voices in a man insist on speaking at the same time
Compressed waters burst forth into the open
Flooding everywhere like volcanic lava vomited from the depths of the earth
Water and salt are cast forth leaving my pillow drenched.
Teardrops, the voice of my soul’s emotions
Watery speeches uttered by my eyes
Gripping my troubles like a spiders web
Then swept away by salty waters.
Therefore I do not see the standing pain
For surely my joy will burst through the waterfalls
It comes one teardrop after another
Battering and washing away the walls of resistance.
My eyes are drowning in the pool of teary rainstorms
The floods are running runs down my cheeks leaving lines and tales
Don’t think I am weak because I am crying
The tears are to let you know that I am hurt but will not stop fighting.
Clean waters from the depths of my shuddering body
Getting dirty as it drops on the ground
From which beautiful Roses and Lilies spring forth
My tears have already been put in HIS BOTTLE, I shall laugh over what I wept over.
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I wrote this poem to say to the discouraged. “Though weeping may endure, but joy will surely come. Yes you maybe crying notwithstanding, fight on. Your victory may come after the next tear drops”.
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Till next time. I am Ovyay, the Traveling Poet.