A single drop of tear rolled off her cheek
And plunged into the grass below,
Quickly to be absorbed by the thirsty soil
Not knowing it was poison.

She tried to stop the river of tears
That was flowing from her eyes
And the stream of hurt
That was rumbling throughout her body.

Blocking her mind against the memories,
She tried to think of the caterpillar
That would soon blossom into a butterfly,
But only the horror of the past infatuated her mind.

Suddenly her tears poured out all at once.
As she stared at the ground below,
The punches of hate flooded her soul
As the scenes replayed in her head.

Now the tears were uncontrollably painful.
They surged down her face and onto her lips,
Coating them with a deadly secretion
That needed to escape from her body.

Licking her lips, she tasted the bitterness,
The acidity, the agony drowned within those tears.
In a strange way, she savored its taste,
For it gave a feeling of relief, a feeling of freedom.

Standing there, she cried endlessly,
Letting the tears to flood her mouth,
To soak the parched grass,
To cloak her hurting body.

Soon the drops began to take a life of their own
As they enveloped her body in a thick layer of tears,
Soothing the hysterical, weeping body
That suffered from hurt and betrayal.

Finally she stood quiescent on the grass,
Completely protected by her shield of tears.
Outside her shell, Nature continued
And the grass sprouted a beautiful white Dahlia.

After her metamorphosis was complete,
She fluttered excitedly inside her shell.
The cloak of tears cracked away the bitter pain,
Leaving her with wings of pride.