I care, but no one else does

I am hard yet emotional,

Summoned often in sorrow’s call.

But I appear in moments of bliss,

A paradox, a tender kiss.

I hold meanings vast and deep,

For birth’s joy or loss’s weep.

I come unbidden, raw and true,

In pain, in love, in all you do.

Rarely a defect, I remain,

Neutral to joy or to pain.

Wise ones see me as I am,

A mirror of the human span.

Blame not me for deeds or strife,

I am tears, the essence of life.