THE TRICKLE...OF TEARS
 
WHEN I AM HOME ALONE
 
WITH NO EAR NOR VOICE TO MY PHONE
 
WHEN THE PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN
 
HAVE GONE OR FLOWN
 
TO SOME OTHER PLACE
 
A TRICKLE OF TEARS
 
WINDS DOWN MY FACE
 
 
WHEN I AM OUT
 
AND PEOPLE ARE ABOUT
 
I SUPPRESS THE HURT INSIDE
 
SOMETIMES I JUST WANT TO
 
RUN AND HIDE
 
LICK THE WOUNDS
 
FROM MY BATTERED PRIDE
 
 
WHEN I TURN ON THE T.V.
 
I SEE WAR AND HATE
 
I WATCH THE NEWS
 
SOMETIMES IT'S LATE
 
I WONDER IN WHAT CENTURY
 
WE WILL FIND PEACE
 
AND SERENITY
 
 
WHEN I READ THE PAPERS
 
OF PEOPLE'S CAPERS
 
I WONDER ABOUT THE
 
HERO AMONGST THEM
 
IT'S SO HARD TO SPOT HIM
 
OR THE HEROINE
 
THEN I REALISE
 
IT COULD BE ME INSIDE
 
 
WHAT AM I WAITING FOR?
 
PRINCE CHARMING TO
 
COME KNOCKING ON MY DOOR
 
TO RESCUE ME
 
FROM MY REALITY
 
HAVE I GOT WHAT IT TAKES
 
TO SET MYSELF FREE
 
 
FROM FEAR, FROM PAIN
 
FROM MISERY
 
LIKE A MAGNET
 
I DRAW THIS NEGATIVITY
 
I MUST RELEASE IT
 
AND USE THE GIFT OF
 
EMPATHY, WISELY
 
 
SOMETIMES I FEEL SO
 
HELPLESS LIKE A CHILD
 
I FEEL PARALYSED
 
EMOTIONALLY
 
THEN I SEE OTHERS WHO REALLY
 
ARE UNABLE TO MOVE
 
AND I FEEL SO GUILTY
 
 
THE TEARS THEY TRICKLE
 
SO SILENTLY
 
THEN THEY STOP
 
AS SUDDENLY
 
I WISH THEY WOULD FLOW
 
THEN I COULD LET GO
 
OF ALL THIS UNCERTAINTY
 
(c) 28.Jan.09 Andrea Jane Mary Bernadette WILLIAMS