The sun you do shine, your warmth on my face…
…my pain still resides, but no tears I show.

Buried deep inside, the warmth is displaced…
…but I cannot jump, off of a plateau.

The beads on my brow, my thoughts do linger…
…searching for meaning, I whimper a scream.

Beads turn in to tears, wiped by my fingers…
…I cry out for help, tears flow like a stream.

My fingers now wet, with teary saltiness …
…my voice now muffled, through my own discourse.

Soon the salt will dry, but I’m still a mess…
…a life worth living, a life to endorse.

The laughter I hide, many tears I’ve cried…
…smile from within, despite my chagrin.