Breaking Tears

A tear drop
wets
the lashes of
her eye,
until they sweep
her upper cheek,
and slowly
down
it glides.
The tear
pauses
at the corner
of her upper
lip,
tasting the salt -
another teardrop
drops -
falling to
her chin
where it
rests
awhile,
until it
breaks upon
her chest.

To weep
is a release,
a break
in self sustaining
pride.
To cry out -
whether in
anger
or
remorse -
is still
falling
into
you,
becoming,
once more,
your little
child.