{Pearls of Tears}

Curled like the tendrils of a vine,
my tears curl inside my ears
and they whisper to me
of what my heart has to say
at that very moment
as they weave themselves
into strands of my hair;
braiding memories
of what was and what is.

My hair dampened from the hurt
and the confusion inside,
and I surprised
as I feel my dampened,
curled hair around my ears
from the tears that have slipped
from my eyes to my neck;
twining to pearls of tears
at that moment,

instead of the pearls of joy
that God has given to me.






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