Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Salty Droplet Of Tear.
Quietly we determine the depth of our sanity.
Ever so quietly we extend our arms,
but silently we do not hug,
we push away,
silently we smile while a salty droplet of tear slides down our cheek. Why can’t we speak?
We open our mouths but all that accompanies that is silence.
The breaking of our hearts is quiet with an ever so soft cry for help.
But not loud enough for someone to hear or respond.
But then again no one ever does no matter how loud the cry for help