Should I cry for that which is passed,
Tears, sparkling drops that dampen the soul.
Does it change what I can see?
Oh knife that stabs with pain that lasts.
Am I filled with regret for things done,
Tears, that flow and burn their path.
What good’s a breaking heart to me,
For life's moments that can’t be undone.
Has peace left me, flown like the white dove,
Tears, so fluid, drain away life's blood.
Is the hurt unreal, yet it feels so true,
It's wrapped around me like a silk glove.
Yet out of the darkness, light flows through,
Tears, dull and fade, no more to wound.
Can I learn from life's mistakes,
My eyes now take a different view.
© Helen A. Howell
Illustration is a scribble by Helen