Wept Words Poem by Mary Champion

Once, when I was down, I used to cry
Hopeless tears that never answered why.
But now, at last, my well of tears is dry
And though my heart is aching, I can't cry.

The only things that flow from me are words.
There's no more tears.
Words I've been collecting in my mind
Through endless years.
Now there are no tears for me to shed,
When I feel down, I spill my words instead.

The words flow into prose and into rhyme;
Passages that mark the course of time.
For like those tears that simply overflow,
The words insist and I must let them go.
Words that order chaos and explain,
Words that give a purpose to the pain.
But like those secret tears I used to shed,
The words straight from my heart remain unread.