A single tear
wanders a path,
sorrows get cleared
releasing bath.

Slowly strolling,
down her left cheek.,
her mind ponders
answers she seeks.

The lonely tear
reaches her chin,
captures her fears
staining her skin.

It takes a bow
then jumps and skips,
flying straight down
decides to dip.

Her answers come,
one at a time.
Her heart then hums
to inner chimes.

One tear runs dry,
at last, released,
without a cry
instantly eased.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy