Sorrow

The puddles of rainwater
Flow into the river
The water is made up of salt and sorrow
The river is a steady current.
Our tears fill it up.
Our broken hearts leaking
Out piece by piece.
Slowly we are left to stand
By the side of the river
And beg.
Beg for comfort.
The grief we carry leaks out.
I grieve with you.
Your pain reaches into mine and I am left to again
Add my tears to the never ceasing river.
My pain touches those I know.
And its ripples leave
Frustrated and sometimes angry hearts behind.
Sometimes it still hurts.
And I forget how to deal.
O brothers.
Be patient with us.
O sisters
Be patient with us.
Our pain still echoes in our souls.
We cry it out.
But the wound is never healed.
We are never healed.
Only comforted.
Only surrounded.
Some days the wound is leaking.
Some days it is salved.
We are sometimes not ourselves.
Don't leave us by the side of the river to simply leak out our tears.
Invite us into your arms.
Invite us into your homes.
If we refuse to come in
Stand beside us and cry with us.
Add your sorrow to the river.
We will feel comforted.
To know we are not the only ones to let our
Sorrow drip down one tear after the other.
We won't have to say,
If only you knew.
Our tears fill the river named
Sorrow.
Its flow is never stopped
Our tears will always flow.
We will always flow into the river of sorrow.
We are begging for comfort.
Invite.