Teardrops of a Woman

I have a blog to put here, really I do, but for some reason I am struggling with how I wanna end it. Instead, for now, I will put in one of my favorite poems that I've written:


The teardrops of a woman
Are the diamonds of her eyes
Multi-faceted prisms
Glittering every time she cries


The teardrops of a woman
Are born of hardness in her life
Of sorrows black as coal
and worlds of pressure

Deep within
Her heart always shines
Through it all
Within each woman
lies a treasure


The teardrops of a woman
Are born of the purity of her love
You can see clear through
To what she finds most worthy

Each drop is hot
What her passion is made of
Full of tender care and healing
Shed for the hurting


The teardrops of a woman
Are the prayers of her soul
As she learns when to let go
Of the past

And deep within
Her heart is strength
She may look fragile
But she can last


She holds on when she needs to
Beautiful and fierce
She feels all, and works hard
Even through her fears
Each drop that is shed
Is worth as much as her blood and sweat
Every tear tells a story
Every tear hopes to mend
As is her heart, so are her tears...


The teardrops of a woman
Are the diamonds of her eyes
Multi-faceted prisms
Glittering every time she cries