Tears

Sometimes the tears just have to fall.
Hit the ground.
It's broken, but it's beautiful.
The release of yourself.
You can't hide your feelings
or bottle them up in a case.
They tell the world you're human.
They send a message,
so deep, so profound,
that no one can fathom them except God.
The wet splashes on pavement
symbolizing something deeper.
The tears of all the world
fall down in sheets of rain.
All the sorrow, misery, and anguish
rolled into one great tide of release.
They aren't chains,
they're freedom.
The memories reflected as they roll down
show who you are,
why you're strong
and what you've gone through.
Tears are a beautiful thing.