Welcome, loves, to the P’osies Cafe Series, a new gathering for lovers of language and narrative. Our name, a playful blend of “Poetry” and “Stories,” perfectly captures the essence of what we’re about.  In this series, my best friend and fellow writer will join me at our writers’ cafe with our laptops, pens and paper, and a couple of iced mochas or chai lattes. We’ll be sharing our own work—from whispered verse to sprawling tales—and we invite you to listen, reflect, and get lost in the power of storytelling.  Think of this as your favorite local cafe, but instead of coffee, the aroma is of fresh ink and well-worn pages. Pull up a chair, get comfortable, and let’s get started. We’re thrilled you’re here.

Today at the P’osies Cafe, we have a poem titled Invisible Tears (c) 2025, written by Tannika Nikeya. Without further ado:

With every invisible tear, she poured out her pain,
letting their silence disappear within the drops of the rain.
Her eyes filled with disappointment, her heart with grief,
she promised the little girl within, one day she’d find relief.

She cradled her dreams in her arms,
But with the blink of an eye,
they disappeared.
With every step she took, she feared,
until the fog finally cleared.
Sometimes victory waited on the other side,
at other times, there was none.
She felt stuck, yearning for things time could not give.
She began to shrink back when it was her time to live.

But in the midst of it all, her tears reached her Father’s heart.
He collected each one from the start.
He hovered over her like a drone,
when she was in crowded rooms and still felt alone.

He was near, closer than her shadow and her breath.
He revived her and gave her life when she wanted to choose death.

When her heart was shattered,
And she believed the lie she didn’t matter,
when she felt overwhelmed and not good enough,
when things get tough,
and her sight nags her so,
her father reminds her to walk by faith, to be still, and to know
That He is God.

He helps her to grow and to heal,
and yet, still,
He helps her to grieve the self she left behind,
and the losses she endures, no matter how hard she grinds.
The “what if it never,”
And the decisions far from clever,
Far from wisdom.

Yet His words and His grace strengthen her faith.
Because as complex as life is, her future will still be great.
Her destiny fulfilled,
She will be all that her younger self could never imagine,
and the Father will help her understand it is because He can and He will.

And she will believe–
wholeheartedly.
Nothing lost. Nothing late.
She’s been through hell, but she will be alright,
because her Father is great.

He is faithful and trustworthy.
He will never let her down.
His word does not return to Him void.
In it, truth can be found.

And she will believe, 

wholeheartedly.

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Which line of this poem speaks most to your heart today?