Daniela Oana - Poet and Photographer

Tears 

He wondered why I never cried
As though afraid of my restraint
Thus encumbered to claim manhood
Unable to fully master his role

Uneasiness, a lingering pest

I, in turn, secretly prided
Though it was but a defense
Against pain born and swaddled in

For I swore it kept me tall
A tear only, to me, ruinous

But one by one each did betray

And my demise so did occur
When I choked over our farewell
Standing blind to my own tears
When neither one foresaw his win

Tears over-built and over-shed,

He has since broken my eyes.

As a god robbed of its powers,
I am vulnerable and defense-free
He, as a Pharaoh empowered

I bear the entity of broken eyes
As though it is not part of me

As Oedipus, I’d gouge them out.

A wasted deed with no avail

For the heartbreak’s at the source

A hooded specter as soon followed
My back, my entity and soul
As though is it a part of me.
He broke me! but not this curse.
For the Kiss of Death I spun right ‘round

A futile deed this too, it was
For even so, I still stood tall
And with tears suddenly sweet,
The bestial entity away it crawled.
The specter faded in the night

As he stumbled from his throne,
Both his tears and mine dried.
Perhaps to feel, my eyes he mended.
A throne-free path to manhood found,
Thus we’ve empowered now than ever