Front tears

Front tears are lead tears.

They have a quality of consternation.

Their formation ritual features

sudden surprise,

working in a wet yet friction-like way

against expectation’s oversee.

Front tears produce welling

operating against hesitancy.

They reflect a muted deep mood

yet there is a calling out.

There can be an insane flush

of electricity through out.

The body shifts

it’s barometric sense of being

and there is a balloon-like quality

building from within.

Front tears are a seepage

towards an exodus.

Their chemistry is an elixir

of hard feelings as elements.

Their viscosity is a slippage

of introversion reluctantly shared.

An s.o.s. of liquid

spilling towards irrational say.

Only then do front tears blurt

with a tremble of utterances.

The two venture out

into an unsympathetic world.

First just tears and sounds

needing confinement as comfort.

But to land and be heard

as first response,

a connection as grounding

to expand the dismay,

a solemn outpour

seeking recognition’s permission.

Front tears knock on doors,

handout leaflets,

plead with indifference

as only unaware,

open up as innocent bystanders

caught in self-explosion

then front tears give way

as if surrendered by task,

they have made pathways

down tear tracks

and given self-voice their blessing.

They have made others

to see the sincerity

of their intent blossom.

They have allowed for others

to receive expanded versions

with deeper wells of empathy

and regard on hand.

We all have reasons

for front tears to be ours.

These are the front tears

of our lives.

They will gather in our faces

as senseless joy

or deadpan sorrow compels.

These are front tears

making way

for our lives to flow . . .