Thoughts

HIDDEN TEARS

I found it on a shelf
hidden away behind a book
I hadn't read in many years--
it was a little wooden box I saved
that used to hold my tears--
With trembling hands
I opened the lid
and peered carefully inside
and there they were still
all those tears that I had tried to hide--

the one lone tear that fell from my heart
when daddy yelled at me
saying how if I didn't lose weight
I might never be
the beauty he had always hoped to see--
then there's the tears I shed
when I realized my beloved grandmother
was truly no longer alive, but dead
even though she'd promised me
that she'd be at my wedding some day
And so I filed that heartache
and those heartfelt tears away
because I knew she couldn't do as she'd said...
Oh and look--another tear underneath it all
it's the one that hurt the most
when my brother broke the law
and he was sent away for years and years
and though I tried so hard back then
to not cry over him anymore at all--
I wound up stuffing this little box with more tears
every time my thoughts turned to him...
Yes, so many tears I've hidden away
(too many to name them all)
but finding this little box again
has made my memory recall
the days of old when I was sad and down
and felt so all alone then
but the beauty in all this now
is that my heart shines with happiness and love
and my mission is to give it all away somehow
and one day be a shining light from the heavens above...