Who could ever understand a heart like mine?
What a mess, what a maze, what a caged bird awaiting flight
And yet a few relate, those who take the time
Comprised of patience, generosity, compassion and sunshine
Most may call them strangers, but I know them as friends
Each expressing emotions and moving mountains through pen
Your humble hearts hurt more than most,
And your vulnerability often leaves you exposed
But promise me you'll never stray from your truth
Because I'm more confident today
Knowing pieces of my heart reside also within you
© JL Smith