When I read her sorrow

"The face is the mirror of the mind,

and eyes without speaking
confess the secrets of the heart"
-Saint Jerome-

Rain drops hold the secrets,
Then splatter to the ground.
The Secrets soak inside,
Where they're not disturbed or found.

The hurtful words of others,
Are held inside the rain.
It's their secret though,
Because those words mask their pain.

The ground is a safe haven,
For these abandoned mysteries.
And still the world fails to notice,
Like waking past the blowing trees.

These people hide with passion,
Like they'd die if it was free.
But secrets will consume,
They won't know which them to be.

But the rain hold some salvation,
Holds the proverbial aid.
And It masks all our secrets,
All the mistakes we have made.

Everyone has a secret,
That they hope goes down the drain.
But secrets never go away,
They just hide until it rains.
-Anthony-

Only the walls hear my weep,
The pillow where these tears fall.
My heart that screams,
This smile hides it all.

I'll be strong for you Ma...though I may fail but I'll try...I promise :')
LOVE,
NOORKHAIRANA