Faucet

Like a faucet, struggling, spurting
Like a spigot, bubbling, bursting
Slowly trickling out the tears
Are my eyes after trying years.

Slowly I am learning to cry
Yet sometimes still my well is dry
And tears fall out as cackling coughs
Or shivers in the place of drops.

The faucet wheel is often turned
And oh! For ages I have yearned
To let those streams fall from within
Yet in dry years could not begin.

And even now, the faucet favors
Nighttime to unveil its quavers
When all is hidden, all is dark
And few will hear its grave remarks.

The sunlight keeps me cool and dry
My tears concealed from passersby
And in the light my alloy shines
Reflecting back the sun’s designs.

Like a faucet, struggling, spurting
Like a spigot, bubbling, bursting
Slowly trickling out the tears
Are my eyes after trying years.


© 2018 Kate Richardson All Rights Reserved

5 thoughts on “Faucet

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  2. A Chicken

    Setting a vase underneath the faucet, carefully collecting every precious drop, after eons of perennial drought . Finally, flowers can bloom from the vase, every ounce of beauty in their petals proudly beaming the oceans of pain and heartache from which they sprang. ❤

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