Raindrops and tears
I learn to hide my tears. I do my crying in silence alone

Raindrops and tears
Raindrops slide down the glass,
they blur what I see.
Like my thoughts,
that slip away,
before I can hold them.
I sit quiet with heavy eyes,
watching the water,
as if it understands
the silence I cannot explain.
Tears feel the same,
falling when I do not ask them,
rising when I try to be strong.
They betray me,
the way my mind does.
I hide my thoughts,
my fears, and my pain.
I bury them deep,
where no one can reach.
But the tears remain,
with each drop of rain.
Inside me there is weight,
a shadow that will not lift.
Yet outside the world
keeps shining,
as if nothing is wrong.
I am caught between the storm,
and the calm I beg for.
My heart aching for light,
yet soaking in sorrow,
like the glass covered in rain.
Maybe one day,
the clouds will break,
and my tears will slow.
But tonight,
I only sit with the raindrops,
and let them cry for me too.

About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️


Comments (5)
Hugs to your tears. Hugs to your Spirit. LOVE and Light
Love the analogy and the sentiment you have expressed.
Aww this was me ages ago-found people to talk to. But better out than in
One must let their feelings out one way or another and tears are a good way to make one feel better in many situations. Good job.
Awww sending you a big hug 🤗 ❤️! Tears and rain are so similar. ❤️❤️❤️❤️ lovely sad poem.