The First Tear

Her first tear was small
And yet mighty;
It carried her woes of the world.
She was not one who cried
But no longer dry-eyed,
Her true feelings now finally unfurled.

The tear crept slowly,
With meaning;
Tracing its way down her face.
She hid it at first
But that made her feel worse,
Though she felt that her tears meant disgrace.

But the tear, although small,
Was so mighty,
That it helped her to change how she thought,
And she learnt that her tears,
Drew her closest friends near
And brought comfort she so badly sought.

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