Rivers the Heart Cannot Hold

Rivers the Heart Cannot Hold

Tears are not drops the eyes release;
They are the heart’s rivers, breaking their peace.

A single drop, so pure, so slight,
Carrying a mountain the heart can’t hold.

One per cent water, a hundred per cent aches,
Priceless stories the heart won’t hide.

So tread with care where hearts still breathe,
Some wounds weep only when tears are freed.