something has hurt you
I can see it in the eyes,
see it in the way you carry your body
like an old man
stricken with arthritis
you move slowly down the hall
uncertainly
as if you would rather run away
than share this pain you carry
the truth is in the eyes
the mirror of the soul
we carry it in our bodies
which are merely containers shaped
by what is within
in that vessel we carry it all
all the heartbreak
all the fear
all the loneliness
we can hold it all tight to our heart
this burden
but then it must flow forth
from the eyes
like tears
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