River of Emotions
In the quiet of the night, I weep,
As shadows dance, my secrets keep,
Emotions swell, like tides they rise,
A symphony of tears, from sorrow’s eyes.
Oh, the weight of a heavy heart,
A tapestry of pain, torn apart,
Each thread a memory, woven deep,
In the fabric of a soul that weeps.
But there’s beauty in the tears we shed,
A testament to the love we’ve spread,
For in our vulnerability, we find grace,
And in the depths of sorrow, a sacred space.
Emotions flow like a river’s song,
A melody of joy, of right and wrong,
They carve the canyons of our soul,
And make us feel, make us whole.
So, let the tears fall like gentle rain,
Washing away the ache, the pain,
In the healing waters of our own despair,
We find the strength to mend and repair.
For emotions are the colors of our soul,
In their ebb and flow, we find our role,
To love, to grieve, to hope, to be,
In this emotional tapestry, we are free.
By: Vyomi Shah
