my tears burst forth

from their prison bank,

where they have been from the beginning,

where they had lived with my pain,

swam in my sorrow and

survived my nightmares.

I let them go

for to stop them will do no good.

in cascading rivulets

they travel down my face

to comfort me,

to soothe me.

and as they leave

they turn to me and say

worry not old friend,

wipe us away

for there are more of us

in you.