She stares into the well of tears, all different hues. A palette of life’s emotions: sad farewells; a newborn’s distant cry; ashes scattered to the winds. Bittersweet memories, too poignant to share.
Locking them away, she cries for characters inside her head, for fallen knights and widowed brides. She weeps for ancestors lying in crumbling crypts and seeks to resurrect them with her pen.
Yet when she is moved by the words of long-dead poets or trembles at the haunting frisson of a song, she returns to the well of secret tears and wonders. Dare she let true feelings flow?
Locking them away, she cries for characters inside her head, for fallen knights and widowed brides. She weeps for ancestors lying in crumbling crypts and seeks to resurrect them with her pen.
Yet when she is moved by the words of long-dead poets or trembles at the haunting frisson of a song, she returns to the well of secret tears and wonders. Dare she let true feelings flow?
