soggy clothes,
drape limp like hope,
need to be wrung out,
soaked from night sweats,
save all the drops, in a clear cup,
from sobs into a tired pillow case,
good to the last drop,
save all the tears, in a clear cup,
on a window sill,
watch them evaporate evenly in the heat,
of the days,
of the sun,
maybe then,
ah then and maybe,
  wellness will be found again,
   tears will stop,
   no longer a hole in the heart,
    and joy will fill the whole of life,
     unless the clouds thick and static
       stay still, and hide the heat to take
         the tears and sweat ...away.

But wait, ...
       what will show the trail of the trial,
        to here? 


                                     Yes... look closer and see,
                                             the line high up on
                                                   the clear cup.