When Tears Fall
Quiet days of reflection,
thoughts can sometimes,
bring me down.
When tears fall,
nothing seems right –
the gloom has descended.
Heavy is my heart,
when tears fall,
there seems to be no joy.
The laughter has all gone
and I wonder how to go on.
Time to hold on to the faith,
that somewhere rainbows fill the sky.
Love and laughter can still fill the soul,
make heart whole.
It’s the wonder of dancing in the rain –
that still brings back childish joy.
When tears fall,
it takes much to find –
the smiles left behind.
To turn things around.
lift me off of the ground,
make life glad once more.
Dreaming daydreams,
to a rock and roll beat,
still makes it seem so neat.
With trembling hands,
I try to blow bubbles into the wind,
bringing back lost yesterdays,
as long as no mirror reflects,
I am that child once more –
wanting to fly with the wind.
When tears fall,
wondering why it must be so –
perhaps no one knows,
but there can be times –
when a heavy heart,
doesn’t know which way to turn.
All of the passion of living,
of giving still does a slow burn.
Smoldering embers of love,
still, glow.
When tears fall,
it seems the sun,
has left the sky
and taken all the happiness away.
Then long walks in quiet forests,
where the wind whispers through the pines,
can still make it all come together.
make me want to go on.
It’s only when the shadows gather,
when the gray skies bring rain
and when tears fall.
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Oh Rasma, I can feel your deep sentiments here. Especially when we lose someone close at times it seems so hard to go on and that life is not worth living, but when we take the time to look around at the beauty of nature and appreciate the small things we realise there is still joy to be had. Great work.
I also want to thank you for posting your poetry here regularly. It helps keep the content new and fresh and TCE rolling along.
Thank you, John. They say loss gets easier with time but I still have a long road ahead. My pleasure to keep posting here.
I love the bubbles in the wind part. I enjoyed your poem and every emotion that surfaced while I read. Thank you. Jamie
You’re welcome Jamie. When I feel kind of down I do have bubbles to blow in the wind.
Tears can be helpful in embracing the pain of missing your beloved and a walk in the forest can bring you back to yourself. This is a beautifully penned verse, Rasma, that so many of us can empathize with. In time those tears will be comforting, for they symbolize love. Take care.
Thank you, Phyllis. It is the forests back in Latvia that I miss.