WILL THE DROPLETS FALL?

A few molecules of existence
Trying to cohese with their kind
Yet adhering to the alien for support
Life struggling to come to life
The few molecules of existence
Daughters of sorrow, sons of pain
The old, the fresh and the ancient
The obvious, the latent and the visibly faint
Held back by a spirit that isn't yet shattered
Just injured and wounded, indelibly deep
Held back against flooding the plateau beneath
And the valley of dimples with their agonising creep
A few still escape from the hidden depths
Of an anguished heart plunged in the dark
Knitted together by threads of hurt
Yet from a distance, just a dainty spark
At the corner of the eye, hiding themselves
For the sake of dignity and protocol
Beholding epics of pain untold
Wonder if the droplets will ever fall?