A Flurry Of Tears

A flurry of tears -

Is that what measures

The depth of my sorrow.

I can endure the ordeal alone

Sans their hesitant sympathy.

An ocean of wealth -

Is that what measures

The height of my happiness?

I can retain the joy to myself

With no resort to hubris.

Bountiful hugs and kisses -

Is that what certifies

The authenticity

Of my pristine love.

I can brave a life, loveless,

Seeking the love eternal.

A will, an affidavit, a witness -

Are they all who attest

The density of my trust?

I can prod myself to evade

A test of that sort.

An unconditional apology

For a fault not committed -

Is that what determines

The tariff of my humility?

I’ll choose their ruthlessness

With my disciplined ego.