Some
may judge and
Think
you soft when tears
Become
an alibi.
They
cannot know, can’t comprehend
The
storms that torment deep inside,
The
razor wire that pricks and bleeds
Until
resolve is washed away,
Where
stillness mocks to terrorize
And
leaves no harborage to hide.
But
softness holds no part of shame
When
hearts are ripped and
Torn
to shreds,
When
loss is real and
Karma
steals all reason of reality.
These
wells are deep and
Filled
with demons
Void
of hope and sweet redemption,
Praying
for extended hands
Straining
to bear empathy.
Each
day a struggle to survive
On
limbs of rubber, feet of sand.
Strangers
mock and taunt and tease, but
Friends,
true friends, will understand.
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