on the road of suffering-
this where we meet

at times to forget our pains
at times to empathize

sometimes our suffering gains new insight
sometimes, maybe often, we see others suffering so much more than ours.

I was trained to love the dark
because it kept my hurt well hidden
To start a fight
to see the light
simply felt
forbidden

Before he left
He asked me to go with him

Sometimes
I wish
I had
taken his hand.

Solitude is where she lived.
Privacy is where she hid.
She always thought she was alone,
But was never truly on her own.
You see, it lived right by her side,
Promised to be there until she died.
She was lost, within her head.
Although so close, she wasn’t dead.
She thought she only needed love,
Or help from someone way above.
But what she required was herself,
And to work solely on her health.
To find her, and do it first.
With no one there to tell her that,
It screamed to her, and doused her thirst.
It took the stand, brought her home
It cried her name, it called her bluff
Saw her pain, declared enough
Knew her heart, and how she’d lack
The silence woke her, it brought her back