Tacet Lacrimae (Silent Tears) Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

I see her….she brushes her cheek..slowly…gently,
then holds her hand to her lips
tasting the salt, bitter as wormwood.
Her eyes a turbulent ocean thrashing within a teardrop.
She tries, but fails to hold back the deluvian breach,
waiting to cascade down that sodden cheek.
By day she pretends nothing's wrong, smiles….
To save hurting others…..who smile back…
Relieved at her dry eyes.
No one sees her tears, yet all see her pain.
She wears her pain so beautifully, unknown and unremarked.
When a memory appears - it results in her tears-
First thing in the morning, throughout the day…
They just keep falling….
And never go away.
Her tears are the silent accusers….
The reason she smiled was the same reason she cries…
And no one can make her heart smile…yet.