The First Tear drop

A single drop
The prelude to
A storm waiting to break
Like a cloud laden …..
With a zillion tears
lying in silent wait

Afraid of allowing that first drop
Afraid of the darkness it comes from
Afraid of what it unleashes
Afraid that once it starts,
It shall go on and on…

I wonder sometimes
if Im entirely made up of tears
Of darkness, of shadows that hide my very
deepest fears

What if, when the storm is done
And there are no more tears

What if there is no longer even me

perhaps that is what I truly fear