A Solitary Tear
by Sue Nolan
One tear, two,
Maybe three.
Gliding gently,
Silently.
Not a howl,
Not a sob,
Not even a weep.
Just a tear or two or three,
Gliding gently,
Silently.
Heart so broken,
Is there even a beat?
Emotional daggers,
Stabbing every cell.
A tear or two or three,
Gliding gently,
Silently.
Painful numbness,
Deep disbelief.
Unmoving,
Paralysed in stillness.
A tear or two,
Gliding gently,
Silently.
Breath catches,
Sigh escapes.
The world reappears,
As it was before.
A tear or two,
Gliding gently,
Silently.
But not my world.
A solitary tear,
Glides ever so slowly,
Silently,
Until,
There is no more.
Mumma Sue writes poetry, musings, and is working on a book about her journey to calming Fibromyalgia using nutrition and natural therapies. She enjoys collecting books by Australian authors, writing at her favourite café, time with her two dogs, and in her garden. Mumma Sue lives on Wiradjuri country, in New South Wales, savouring the peacefulness of country life.
Read more of her poems and musings HERE
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