Tears Held In Hands Of A Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking from another aspect, everything seems to be good
upon the surface, yet tears are held in hands of a mind,
waiting to be let go.

Spilling from heart and soul at the very same time, no
one ever knowing of the pain and suffering that another
human being is going through.

For unless that person opens up their fragile mind and
disheartened heart, telling their story many times to
strangers, who will have no more contact with them.

Once sharing their secrets, walking away, knowing that
usually we'll not be meeting them in life again, avoid-
ing any explanations in the future.