Title: A Dried Line of Tears
Author: Heather P.

After a line of tears,
all dried and gone,
I am hidden in the sand,
Broken to bits and turned to dust.

In the desert of my frail home,
You will find me waiting
with my heart that bleeds salt,
cracking it's wounds and stinging my chest.

I cannot cry another line of tears today,
nor tomorrow.
Because I have forgotten how to feel.
I have learned what little difference there actually is,
between joy and sadness.

All of my lines of tears have gone up and dried,
Leaving me to the last in the well,
so far away from my home,
And it has been so long that I have forgotten...
what a true home is like.