Spring Solstice by Ia Marie Donna B. Cruz

When teardrops fall from one’s eyes, hear silence
For the river of sadness opens once more
To pour out bitterness that runs down sore
A heart aching in a soul that weeps still
Falls to tiny pieces of memories
Of promises seemingly true before
Yet all broken in a sudden moment
To deal with previous mistakes left in doubt
As fate, seemingly playful, intervened
Leaving one in grief with all confusion
Yet Sorrow’s Course takes all the pain away
For memoirs of an anguished then leaves
As each tear drop goes by slowly with time
To heal obscure wounds of a lonely heart

-- Spring Solstice
by Ia Marie Donna B. Cruz

*Spring Solstice is the first real sonnet I wrote which was inspired by my heartache with my close guy friend. Fortunately, after this sad poem was written, we became friends once more but until now, I haven't thought of making him read this. In case you wanted to copy this, please always include my name and title properly as a sign of respect. This poem is pretty personal to me so I hope you'd understand.