A Salty Tear
Like a clown, this poem paints
on a happy face and goes serenely
about its day cooking, cleaning, caring.
All the while there is a small salty
tear waiting at the corner of its eye –
waiting to be released when
no one can see.
A Salty Tear
rhymeswithbug 
Awww. I feel for this poem. We’ve all been there.
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So sad… and just like the clown cries behind his mask, your poem does.
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So sad! Nicely expressed though.
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This really hits home: putting a brave face on things whilst waiting for the floodgates to open!
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So poignant, real, and raw…think there is so much in that tear that must be held back…
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