Do people see my tears?
Do they find them endearing?
See the spirit behind them?
I fear not.
And lo, the sadness increases.
To suffer is one thing,
But to do it alone
Quite something else.
Show me your sorrow
And I’ll show you your soul.
Look in my eyes
And I’ll grasp for your heart
Strive to hold it up.
Who even knows my heart?
Which earthly being has endeavored to search it?
To care for it and to always carry it with them
Regardless of where we each go?
Some hearts I hold, for a time.
And a few, I do believe, for life.
But whom can I claim holds mine at all?
At all.
No-one has me at all.
Kintsugi Poets Society 