Her heart was ready to cry.

‎ To fill an ocean with tears,

‎ but there wasn't a single fish,

‎ in the ocean.

‎

‎She cried and filled the ocean,

‎ yet there wasn't a single fish there.

‎Perhaps that's the way she wanted it,

‎but she still wanted a fish.

To be there in the ocean,

‎she had filled with her tears.

‎

‎When she saw there were other fish around her,

‎but not in her own ocean,

‎she stopped crying.

‎She felt an ache in her heart.

‎There were other fish,

‎but none for her.

‎

‎She placed a rock on her heart,

‎and let things be,

‎the way the other fish wanted.

‎She left the ocean

‎that was full of her tears.

‎

‎Because everyone was there.

‎Everyone she knew,

‎her closest ones.

‎But they all felt

‎like strangers to her.

‎

‎She stopped crying.

‎She stopped giving her tears

‎to an ocean

‎where there were no fish for her.

‎And then,

‎all those fish around her

‎called her a rock.

‎They called her

‎a soul without a heart.

‎

‎-eman