My Dear My Tear Poem by Ron Poetry

Before you showed this path..
Pounds of pain punctured my progress Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility Swarms of stress subtracted my substance My heart exploded like a thousand thunders My mind melted and my spirit splintered Hanging by a thread destined to burst...
I tried to wash away the wounds with words. But the stains were deeply dyed in concrete colors. Verbal detergents were badly and sadly defeated Verbosity crumbled, fell at my feet and retreated Internal torment was the architect of my demise Terrorizing my thoughts and hijacking my hope...
Poetry tried to massage me out of my misery... Music became my mistress, but though the words were so wonderful And the melody so moving and majestic Misfortune only mushroomed and multiplied...
I sought solution in the fraternity of friends. But their fantastic fellowship fell flat on its face..As the vanity of my vicissitudes vented and vomited Causing emotional dehydration and mental suffocation...
Pounds of pain to be pushed out Stupendous swarms of stress to secrete.. But nothing happened until a tear fell from my eye It impacted me so powerfully that I began to cry I felt so happy that I jumped for joy I was like a kid with a brand new toy From that day I celebrated the power of a tear...And with anyone who would listen, I'd share:
My tear became my wife..
Hand picked from the clouds of my heart Providing me with an excellent new start A tear Carrying the DNA of pain Washing away hurtful stains A tear Expressing unspeakable feelings Creating new channels of healing A tear Traveling through tunnels of tragedy Transporting tremendous tons of therapy A tear Rushing into a river of reformation Creating a deluge of consolation A tear Tearing down walls of internal imprisonment Building beautiful bridges of betterment A tear Providing homeostasis Averting my crisis A tear Seasoned with the salt of reality Rescued me from the claws of insanity A tear Flowing directly from the tear in my soul Anchoring my feet and making me whole...Thank you my DEAR TEAR, You are the reason I'm still here...
Ronald K. Hudson.
This is the closing poem to my book SHE IS THAT LIGHT. Dedicated to my wife.
Mrs. Ronette L. Hudson