A Silent Tear Poem Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words come out and a single tear drops from my eye, rolling down my cheek. ##########

The forest welcomed her, whispering her silent promises of solace by the winds, giving her a chance to discover herself. In the midst of her turmoil, a single tear escaped her eye, glistening in the moonlight before cascading down her cheek. It carried with it the weight of her shattered dreams, the unspoken anguish that now resonated within her soul. Reina yearned for understanding, for someone to acknowledge her pain, but the silence of the forest provided no solace, only an empty void that mirrored her heart.

The tears welled up in my eyes thinking that when I want to pray the most I can't even because of my monthly cycle. "Yaa Allah you can hear me at any time, any place, please bring ease to my soul please make, making a decision easier, Ya Rabb I can only count in you for my well being, YAA RABB HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SERVANT" by now my tears were flowing like a waterfall. Six years and still I'm not able to get over that stupid excuse for a human.

I added and she moved to me giving me her most soothing hug. "I can bear seeing his seat empty mom, I can't bear it" I declared softly shaking my head and clasping my fingers into each other as tears freely dribble down my face, "You'll be fine, it's just a matter of time, you have to be strong Natalie, put it in the past" she said trying her best to make me realise it was time I move on but can I? I couldn't answer that question,

On a cold, lonely night, on the street filled with silence, a girl stood firmly right beside a rusty lamppost, unmoved. A soft wind blew her pale cheeks, some hair strands danced with its calm beat, she loosened the tight grip of her hands as a tear escaped, which she wiped violently.

Not purge-infused. Human tears. Because the bond inside him pulsed once more… then went completely silent.

My tears soak my palms, my wrists, my t-shirt, and my body curls in on itself, small and devastated. “this is how a life ends,” I whisper to the empty room, voice cracking apart. “not with silence… but with betrayal.”

‎ ‎She came alone. ‎ ‎She stood before the stones. ‎ ‎She did not speak. ‎ ‎She cried. ‎ ‎Not from sadness. ‎ ‎From feeling. ‎ ‎The tears fell on the closed flowers. ‎ ‎The petals opened. ‎ ‎One by one. ‎ ‎The scent returned. ‎ ‎The warmth rose. ‎ ‎The light glowed. ‎ ‎Her cry was small. ‎ ‎But it was choice. ‎ ‎It was feeling. ‎ ‎It was love. ‎ ‎The cry spread.

But now, all that pain and struggle was all for nothing. The tears streamed silently down my cheeks. Not sobs. Not noise. Just quiet, steady drops, it was as if my body gave up hiding how shattered I felt. My throat was burning, I hadn’t screamed, not yet. I just couldn't. I couldn't give him that. I wouldn’t.

My heart throbbed like a gaping wound. I was alone. Truly alone. All I had left now were my tears. And the haunting, empty silence that followed.