The Journey Of A Teardrop
The Journey Of A Teardrop
When your water empties itself in another river
We no longer flow together
The course of my river
No longer ends at your mouth
I no longer choose to drain my land
And erode my fertile soil
In order to harvest
Your fruitless flowers
I pool all my raindrops
Slowly and steadily
I'm off to a fresh start
I search for freshwater
With my previously salty drops
I tweak the course of my river
And the land that
I surround myself with
I redefine my river's destination
I no longer meander around toxic currents
The ice that I have
Accumulated over the years
Is so thick and unforgiving
That it refuses to melt
The glaciers of my past
Is capable of eroding mountains
I can no longer flow freely
With the baggage from the past
The speed of my flow reduces and
My river is polluted with the debris of my thoughts
I've fallen and hit rock bottom
The softest rock I could ever hit
I could have become a new river stream
Where I could submit myself to the ocean
But I chose to become
A waterfall instead
“I cried a river but I built a bridge.”
After all, my teardrop is a humble part of seven billion other water cycles.