The tears we cry fall like rain,
Wetting these story book pages.
They drown the land of our love,
Like as a flood come suddenly and violently
Tearing up the tender saplings that we call
The beginning of us.
They wash against us harshly,
Like debris in the water.
They cut us deeply and leave us bleeding,
Leave us reeling,
Leave us clinging to the past,
We swore we'd forget to remember.
The words we cry resound,
Hollowly within us,
Resonating and shaking our foundations.
Just when it seems like our end is beginning,
We find each other's hands and hold,
On for dear life,
Fighting against the raging currents
Of our goodbye tears.
We fight,
We cling to the only thing we have left.
We cling to our uprooted love,
And fighting,
We plant it in higher ground
To begin again.
Because these tears are only temporary,
And there's always a rainbow after the storm.
Tonight we'll simply rest,
And be in each other's arms.
Tomorrow we'll press on,
With the hope that this seed will take and
Will grow as strong and as beautiful
As we long to be.
(This poem is my own work.)
