A single tear
wanders a path,
sorrows get cleared
releases wrath.
Slowly wonders,
down her left cheek.,
her mind ponders
answers she seeks.
The lonely tear
reaches her chin,
captures all fears
absolves stale sins.
It takes a bow
jumps to then skip,
swiftly flies down
leaps, dives, and dips.
True answers come,
one at a time.
Her heartbeat hums
to inner chimes.
Last tear runs dry,
hurts are released,
her silent cry
instantly eased.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Originally Published April 28, 2021