9/2015
the hidden stories
the truth that lay unbidden
inside all of us.
we all tear
and our tears bear the same value
the old drunkard bum
the mind that is lost, slowed, scrambled into torture
the silent and quiet, the living dead
the common brute
the rough and ragged
the poor and tasteless
the oppressed
the product
the rubbish in the corner
the dirt and dust
unclean, uncouth, uncool
unwanted fools
Struggle
struggle on and trample yourself free
burdened broken and burnt.
Take comfort in knowing your hearts
count as much as each and every other
Untold pain
and still you remain
and still you walk on and still struggle
Struggle on to all your ever going to have become
touch the sorrow
let us cry for the journey withstood
everyday
everyday, everyday
carry on
carry on
For none is in vain
Something feels your pain
Something knows your struggle
and loves your heart for every time you tried
every moment you gave and still carried on
Something feels the untold beauty of the sorrow
of the soul who carries on.
