They walk through crowds
heads bowed
unable to verbalise
their hurt
Some cover with fake smiles
whilst others openly weep
small pieces begin to break
the broken us
We all have ‘stuff’
Some breathe through it
others struggle for breath
hiding easier than facing
denying what they feel
Problems are just that
the size no consequence
to those who suffer
for we are individual
We all have ‘stuff’
A smile ~ a tear
withdrawing or talking
inner screams or outer
we all need to be heard
To be given support
having that shoulder
let us not cry alone
It’s like the carousel that
……. Will not stop
……. We go around with our ‘stuff’
……. In the hope we are heard
……. We have a voice
……..Let us use it
Copyright JMTacken 10.3.2015
Photo Credit
Tears –
growingingod.org