 The Gift of Seeing
I carry the weight of the world on my shoulders
I have always done what is expected; the appropriate thing
I am tasked to wear so many different faces
…one face for my mother
…one face for my family
…one face for work
…one face for a lover
I am the tree that every one leans on for strength;
the wind blowing me in a hundred different directions
my branches bending to breaking with the energy
spent trying to hold them all,
just to keep them all from falling
But when all is silent I wonder who hears my sigh
Who sees me?
Who knows of my loneliness?
Who understands my pain?
Who sees my emptiness?
I ask myself, “ why me,”
I long to be somewhere different
to be someone different
My love keeps me here…
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