A sorrow is born through the eyes,
Sometimes in whispers, sometimes in cries.
Bearing a pain that won't subside,
Burning in silence, deep inside.

Disappointment carves a wound so deep,
Not just the heart, but where souls weep.
Leaving scars no eye can see,
Yet they linger, cutting free.

Tears may fall without a sign,
When the soul can't draw the line.
Releasing burdens, calming strife,
Yet leaving grief that stains a life.

Is sadness something we should hide?
Should our tears be cast aside?
Hold it in or let it flow?
Bury the pain or let it show?

No, this story isn't done,
Though the weight feels like a ton.
One small hope still speaks its way,
"This feeling won't forever stay."

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 968 AF.