Ink Turned To Tears Poem by Valerie Christine Anderson

We Write poems and stories
Of courage or fear
But ink can never say
As much as a tear.
And I've wrote down many things
To tell just how it feels
And you always understand the words
But now my ink has turned to tears.
All the ink that I used
Has now turned to puddles on the page
So it's hard to find the words
It's like they're hidden and locked in a cage.
And now I write to tell
Of the burdens I bear
But there's not enough ink
To equal a tear.
I wish you could see in my tears
What I'm trying to say
I know it's hard
But I know you'll find a way.