TEARDROPS

With a smile on your face
You meet and greet and talk.
While deep inside you’re running,
It’s not just a simple walk.
With hidden fear, you retreat behind a wall;
As you beg and you plead, “Don’t let them see my teardrops begin to fall.”

The smile remains, and with a laugh or two,
The joking manner somehow does overtake.
A facade; your alter-ego does emerge;
But that’s not you! What’s shown is a fake!
With unshed tears, you’re feeling rather small
As you beg and you plead, “Don’t let them see these teardrops fall.”

You seem to fend off blow after blow
With a laugh and a shrug and a turn of your head.
While somewhere, somehow, something deep down inside
Accepts yet another hurt, straight to the heart it had sped.
Is there not anyone who would take your call?
As you beg and you plead, “Don’t let them hear my teardrops fall.”

Life continues on, day in and day out;
As outwardly you blithely handle hurt after hurt.
No one really sees what you try so hard to hide
While a feeling of despair hits lower than the dirt.
Surrounded by people, they all roam down the hall
As you beg and you plead, “Don’t let them know how fast my teardrops fall.”

What is it that keeps you from sharing your woes?
Is it fear, is it pain? Is it sorrow or pride?
Are you so alone that you have not one soul
That will sit with you, chat with you, and not just hide?
Do you feel so alone, so tiny, so small
That you beg and you plead, “I can’t let these teardrops fall.”

When someone comes by, whether stranger or friend,
And asks with compassion, “What can I do?”
Maybe it’s time just to give a little glance
Of the person you hide, the person that’s true.
Round the corner, come from behind your wall
And then maybe ask, “Can I let my teardrops fall?”

Above all, there’s a Saviour, a Father and Friend,
That never forsakes you, there’s never an end
To the love, joy, compassion directed to you,
And there’s only one thing that you need to do:
Open your heart and your head, no more to stall;
And finally cry, “Now my teardrops can fall.”

Ingrid Ewikowski
October 24, 2020

I hope that you get the message in this poem that you don’t always need to keep your tears inside. All it takes is a small step forward, even though it might seem like a giant leap. To all those who don’t seem to have anyone to talk to remember: you don’t always need to hide your tears. They aren’t a weakness – they are cleansing.

Until next time,

Inge