Tears...

Tears...

Tears that streamed down my cheeks and vanished abruptly on my lips. I wept for the first time in my youth, on the initial day of detachment from beloved ones, in my teenage years, for the first love's deceit... for the initial blemish on my face. Subsequently, I refined my weeping.

I shed tears for hatred, disillusionment, disappointment, despair, agony, fear, and yearning! I also chuckled, enchanted, and elated.

I wept out of loathing for those who mercilessly perpetrate atrocities against our kin. I sobbed in disillusionment and disappointment at those who maliciously betrayed my trust and all the love I held for them. I wept in despair, agony, and fear of the uncertainty of my life's end, and I fervently wept with longing for the dear ones who departed abruptly from my life, leaving me unable to be with them any longer.

I shed tears of joy on my birthday and on the special days of those who graciously shared their emotions and affection with me. I wept with ecstatic happiness on the days of motherhood when my womb nurtured life - my proudest achievement. I cried with delight each time the beloved ones spoke words of support and love. I wept in gratitude for the presence of those special individuals who are forever etched in my memory. I shed tears dreamily as I witnessed the daybreak and fade into night after a night of love or profound sorrow... and as I beheld the vast beach embraced by the sea with its affectionate, outstretched arms, I understood the profound lessons it imparts; like a wave in the ocean; everything is in constant flux!

I wept, I wept, and I weep because tears exist so that my eyes may offer me humanity, humility, and love through this small, red, pulsating, fragile organ that beats rhythmically within my chest —the heart... always a tribute to life!

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer

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