Your head,
not kept up
Your eyes,
empty and still
Your shoulders,
low and hunched
Your voice,
a whisper.
I do not stop for coffee
when I have no hope
and it is hard to speak to God
here in this desert.
But seeing you
I am reminded
of this sad thing:
I am not alone
in hurting,
in grieving,
in pain.
But it has grown hard
hard to take on another’s pain
hard to love
hard to comfort
when I have such little faith
and even less hope.
But I see you stranger
I see it in your eyes
I know that this moment is misery
And if you would just look at me
for a moment
you would see
that you are not alone.
I like it!
I haven’t visited in a while, I see you have a new layout. It’s nice! I also took time to dive into poetry. I always liked to read, but wasn’t into poetry that much. I am finding it so good for my soul! 🙂
Sibella,
I am glad to hear it. It is great to have you back.
-Soul Walker
Your poetry is deep …I enjoy it.
Monique,
Thank you. I am always glad to hear that.
-Soul Walker