The Compassion Cure

Repeatedly shamed
for my tears
so, I cry alone.
My heart is punctured
but no one knows.
And one day
my eyes watered suddenly.
He gently wiped my tears.
Shame I feared not.
My heart instinctively
began to reconstruct.
His compassion, profound
I secretly yearn for more...

Let it go

Trapped in quicksand
and sinking fast
It wasn’t until
I relinquished all that was heavy
and weighing me down
that I was able to move.

Naked and ambivalent
Yet, I move freely.

Translucent Pain

A keen few take notice
of my feeble attempts
to suffer in silence --
cognizant of my fake smiles,
decoding my dead eyes.
I never wanted to be the girl
that wore her heart on her sleeves.
And here I am
all decked out in translucent pain.