I wonder where you are
I am outside of you
or so it seems
You encourage me
You say you wish to read my words
You say you seek my mind
I am in silence
a stiletto carving a heart
an exhaustion formed by sadness
I try to speak to you
to tell you the ways of my heart
I open myself up through
the written word
but you do not see it
you do not feel the pleasures
and the pains
of my life
of my work
of my words
Is it futility for me to write these things?
It is my life
It is my soul
It is my heart
the stiletto carves deeper
the sadness is more immense
What am I to think?
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Comments: 22
Shalom veahava - S.
Beautifully done, Chana.