These Tears

If these tears could tell a tale
it would be a long one;
hope, loss and things forgotten
crystal droplets shattered, left
when their shards can cut like glass

salty little splashes
grace those faded yellow tiles
they've seen it all; have had
[will have]
bloodstains washed away
the patch where they fall is darkened;
but who'd forget that blood
is thicker than simple tears?

And when you take the path of least
[least everything; hope, pain, love]
resistance you find among the twists and turns
Something unexpected. Maybe
through the tears retelling
dirt backwoods roads
have their own kind of bleak hope.

Good Read...food for thought