LINES OF THOUGHT © 2013

My tears have solidified,

Transformed into grains of salt,

Each one carries the pain lived,

Echoing the weight of a final truth.

And in my eyes, the salted blood,

Slowly flows, a quiet flood.

Congesting the arteries of my heart,

Bringing with it the ache of emotion's art.

The salt of tears reflects the feel,

A bitter reminder of what I cannot heal.

And in the blood that flows, the suffering blends,

Bearing the weight of all that silence lends.

Yet even in this burden, there's a hidden grace,

For it's in salt and blood that the soul finds its place.

And perhaps, in purging this raw, cruel pain,

I shall find the peace I seek, stripped bare again.

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