Showers Of Wisdom

Showers Of Wisdom
Written By: Taryn Tamir

You know sometimes you need to cry;
In order to cleanse the mind;
And that's when you really find out what's inside;
Whether the words you speak,
The sounds that glide of your lips are prayers;
Or whether it's simply your true emotions filed in layers.
See, I want to try something new this time.
I want you to see how a simple tear can ring through the world like wind chimes;
How keeping things in and being silent aren't even healthy for mimes;
And how every spoken word and piece of information you deliver,
Scrapes a sliver of scab of my heart,
So all that's left is bare skin,
Exposed as flesh,
As you offer to caress my face,
Just so I can feel your pulse underneath your fingertips.
Nothing will ever replace the day I spent the summer with my grandmother;
And when I asked how true love can ever be performed;
Because at the time,
I found it such a difficult task;
How could true love actually even last?
And when she spoke;
Her words tore me apart.
65 years of fears swelled to the surface;
As she let it be known that marriage is not the only purpose,
It is to ensure a gift.
As her sobs increased;
And I being so young could only stare as she struggled to speak;
As she let it be known that the havoc wreaked over time was something that could only try to be healed by tears.
This isn't the happy woman;
The one that I've always known;
This isn't the woman who taught me to love nothing else but to love what I own;
This time she was nothing but a soul who was tormented by the thing she feared;
And the one thing she held so dear;
Love.
As I walked into her house today;
I almost fell to my knees;
How could 103 years be broken in a day be broken in a day?
Lord, tell me, please;
How could the stuff I was brought up to know disappear so suddenly?
And most of all,
How could I believe it was my fault?
How could the summers I spent at home be nothing but mere memories;
How could the faces I've seen daily since birth,
My God I'm missing my everything;
And most of all how could I almost break down in tears when she text me "I'm sorry" only to find out it wasn't true.
How could my sky blue be faded into pitch black?
You don't know how many times I've wished I had a time machine just so I could take that day back;
You don't know that the tears rolling down my cheeks as I write this are one's of melancholy and fears;
You know,
Sometimes,
It just needs to be us and our tears.

Taryn Tamir is an dope poet, who is part of "Writers United" a Club for students who love to write poetry, prose, and making music. Except to hear more from her soon!!!!!!!!