You told your truth,

And lay bare your soul.

You speak the words you say,

As those who hear feel your turbulent catharsis;

Or maybe it was just me.

As if when you speak you asked for pity,

You weren't right to feel remorse.

You told your truth,

As you were about to shed tears.

But I never saw even glistening in your eyes;

Or heard remorse in your tone.

I can only make either of two things true:

you lie.

or;

you are brave.

Brave enough to put your heart at ease,

When the tides come crashing down your ship;

Brave enough to say that you're fine,

When really your walls are about to crumble.

I adore you;

For I feel the bravery you try to emanate;









And the wailing hope you try holding together




I am but a stranger at crossroads;

*I happen to hear your voice