Teardrops

I walk alone in shadows
so dark, wet, and cold,
wrapped tight to hide my fears,
so no one else may know.

Long hard burdens I have heavily born
On wide shoulders broadly set,
Outer clam must firmly reign,
While serenity is tattered and shorn.

Then teardrops come like falling rain
And wash from face my resolve,
revealing pains once hidden unseen,
Internally twisted with stress and strain.

Oh how I wish for a perfect rain
With which to hide these tears,
To make me whole once more,
And wash away my lingering pain .