Stained…

If tears were blood
How stained would this world be?
Would oceans be red,
Would people be kinder?
Just because tears dry
Doesn’t mean they don’t stain,
They leave a mark in our Minds
Tears fall from happiness
They also fall from hurt & pain,
And with each tear fallen
Is a piece of us that’s fallen.
Just because we can’t see the damage
Doesn’t mean it’s not there,
If we could see the damage
Would we stop the pain?
Would we prevent ourselves
Would we prevent others
From becoming stained?

K