Not Just Words

She cried tears of words,
every emotion etched forever
on the wrinkled piece of paper, yet
forever locked away
from the eyes of whatever stranger
happened on that page;
Pain hidden in metaphors
and Sorrows in similes,
Regret a rose-red symbol,
and Fears now a promise to keep—
The rhythm of her aching heart
forever captured in syllables and beats;
her whole self
a poem
on that ever-tear-stained paper sheet—
Humans aren't everlasting, but
these words remember 
her view of the world,
these words 
will never grow old.
Through her writing,
Her tale will be told.