A Box of Tears

A Poem By Heather Jones // 1/28/2019

Tears are locked inside my heart:
Within a cage of marbled white—
Without a key, without a lock—
Just hidden in the darkness.

Every time I lie awake
And stare up at my ceiling, bright,
I feel the tears inside me stir;
But they don’t come out to see me.

Tell me, when will they find light?
When will droplets find my face
And trickle down my pale dry skin,
Aching for the wetness?

I’m constantly afraid, I’m lonely;
Burdened ever by the shame,
The fear, the night, the secrets I
Have kept since my dark youth.

These are the walls that hold my tears.
These are the walls that keep my soul
From washing in a flood of light,
And sea, and hope, and grief.

For sadness doesn’t hold me here.
It’s that it’s sadness I don’t feel.
I feel it trying, but never making it
Past the walls of hurt and pain,
And terror.

Comments

*shivers*

This is so SO good. These two lines especially reverberated with me:
The fear, the night, the secrets I
Have kept since my dark youth.

Well done! And thank you for sharing.

Damaris Ann | Mon, 01/28/2019

I don’t thrive off of chaos: chaos thrives off of me.

Does it make you wonder...I

Does it make you wonder...I mean, just to know that both of us write a poem on tears at the same time???
I just wanted to tell you that this is indeed gorgeous! I get the feeling and the way you wrote it was perfect. I loved this stanza:

These are the walls that hold my tears.
These are the walls that keep my soul
From washing in a flood of light,
And sea, and hope, and grief.

Lovely job, Heather <3<3

Libby | Tue, 01/29/2019

“The gospel alone is the power of God unto salvation.
Therefore, suffer, yes. Be misunderstood, yes. Be shamed, yes. But do not be ashamed. For the joy set before you, take up your cross, follow Jesus, be shamed and despise the shame!" -- John Piper

That feeling when you feel like you can't comment

because there are no words to describe how I feel right now but I absolutely ADORE this and all of your poetry. You write in a way that is both sophisticated and relatable, if that makes sense? Right now I just don't feel I can comment my feelings justice but, in short, I loved it so much.

Madalyn Clare | Sat, 02/02/2019

"To live is to love with the passion of a thousand stars. To love is to live despite the pain of a thousand scars. Anything in between is a passing shadow." ~Michael Joseph Murano

Damaris!

Haha thank you (: I’m so glad you liked it!

Heather Jones | Sun, 02/03/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

Libby!

Haha actually fun fact: this poem was, in part, inspired by yours! :D I’m so glad you liked it <3

Heather Jones | Sun, 02/03/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

Madalyn!

sjdbdisjdbfusid golly that makes me so happy!! Thank you so much! That’s quite the high praise. (:

Heather Jones | Sun, 02/03/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

'And Terror'

Wow, what a powerful way to end a poem! You have such wonderful visuals that stimulate these deep emotions one rarely uses to describe something like, say, tears! 'Aching for the wetness' struck another chord with me....just wow!

Brighid | Mon, 02/04/2019

When I worship, I would rather my heart be without words than my words be without heart.

Brighid!

My word, I’m so sorry for how late this comment is x’D But thank you so much!! That means a lot <3 I’m so glad you liked it!

Heather Jones | Thu, 03/21/2019

“planting seeds inevitably changes my feelings about rain.” —luci shaw.
psalm 84:10 esv.

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