Symphony of Tears

Symphony of Tears

written by: Ginny M. Jones

Once born with emotions worn like a crest,
Life soon led me on a different quest.
Open, vulnerable, and free,
I learned to hide what was inside of me.

A dam constructed to conceal my soul,
All but anger under control.
The river of tears, once free to flow,
Became a dangerous undertow.

Years passed in a stoic masquerade,
Feelings locked in raging cascade.
Within the pressure continued to grow,
A dam holding back the overflow.

Then came the day, unbidden and wild,
The dam crumbled, emotions free-styled.
Tears, unbridled, began to trace,
The contours of my apathetic face.

Now, emotions a torrent untamed,
On my sleeves, they dance unrestrained.
No longer bound by a stoic guise,
I wear my heart in my tearful eyes.

The water whispers tales untold,
Of stories written, hearts unconsoled.
Each droplet holds a silent cry,
Reflects the moments as they pass by.

In every tear that falls like rain,
A testament to joy and pain.
On this river, our course is played.
We do not arrive here postage paid.

So let the tears, in their essence, be,
The flowing river of humanity.
For in each drop, a story told,
On the river of tears, our lives unfold.

In laughter’s dance, the tears do flow,
Cascade of mirth, a radiant show.
With every chuckle, a droplet’s fall,
The river of joy, a joyous thrall.

Heartbreak’s waves, they crash and sweep,
On this river, emotions run deep.
Tears of sorrow, like rain they pour,
Yet resilience blooms to even the score.

Love for my children, the river’s source,
Each droplet formed with endless force.
A stream of warmth, a parents’ pride,
On this river, our love does glide.

Amidst the waves of joy and pain,
A symphony of life’s refrain.
The river’s course, a winding song,
Doesn’t play for us too long.

The current weaves through joy and strife,
A tapestry of the river of life.
A journey through the shadows deep,
Where memories in silence we keep.

The river of tears, a cathartic release,
A return to self, newfound peace.
For once again, I navigate the tide,
Emotions written, no longer to hide.

Upon the river of tears we ride,
Where emotions, like currents, do abide.
A watershed of joy, heartbreak, and glee,
Each tear a vessel of our humanity.

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Ginny M. Jones

I have always been a writer, letting my thoughts and emotions spill out on paper where I can express myself in a way I can’t do verbally. Perhaps because some things are too difficult to verbalize. Some things you can’t bear to say out loud. Once they’re given voice they become living extensions of ourselves. So, at a young age, I began to write. I wrote in notebooks and on notebooks. On scraps of paper and abandoned napkins. My mother saw this and bought me a journal for my birthday one year. I remember flipping through those blank pages envisioning my words written on them, thinking that now, finally, I could say some things! I'm still saying some things.

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