A little blue

A little blue

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If she could express,
Her thoughts in words;
So the viewers could grasp-
her world;
Express the ache,
In numbers onscreen;
They’d have to be doubled,
To show how she feels;
The world is not blind,
And neither is she;
But numbers can’t justify,
To the screams within;
So she says-
It’s a ten;
But a hundred
Is what she means;
And they think,
It’s just some pain;
While her insides,
Scream within.

What this means is-
when you see
A little girl,
Battling within;
And she says to you-
“I’m just a little blue”;
Then there’s an earthquake,
That’s brewing within;
Don’t ask me how
Just trust I know-
Ain’t nothing like,
A little blue.

And She Wrote-

And She Wrote-

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It was one of those blue days,
Where dawn preceded with tears;
And there was little the Rays of sun,
Could do to erase her fears;
And down and down they streamed-
Across a sullen pale dark skin-
And they dripped so hot,
Like the burn in her chest;
So she picked up a pen,
Yeah amidst the tears;
And was tempted to poke,
At the wrist yet again;
But a paper piece gleamed,
And she took it instead;
And she wrote and she cried,
Kept on writing amidst the cries;
And the paper- got filled
With the sun- at its peak
And she looked to the streaming
Rays, now flooding in;
Not a smile, but not a tear
Just relief from unburdening;
And a resolve, grew deeply
To write every now and then;
And write the time away she did-
And write the pain away she did-

Nobody knows…

Nobody knows…

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Nobody knows,
The pain a soul can carry;
It’s not measured, can’t be-
We just trudge forth, dragging.

Nobody knows, it’s bottled inside;
Even if they do, they won’t understand;
The cries of the heart,
The sorrow it hides-
It gets heavy, nobody knows;
We get weary, they still don’t know;

It hurts…it bleeds
The heart weakens-
Still nobody knows.

They couldn’t, could they?
In silence, we bear the pain;
we think they won’t understand,
‘We think’- our tragic flaw.
In the end, still… Nobody knows
We leave believing- nobody can.

Pain- It demands to be felt

Pain- It demands to be felt

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The amount of pain,
A soul carries-
Differs with every being;
Only he who made,
The Skin from dust-
Can truly tell the hidden.

With some it’s less,
With others more;
For some unbearable,
And they live not.

But the truth is that,
This pain within-
When masked and sealed,
Destroys the being.

So, Cry and scream
Pray, and let be;
This pain you feel,
Will pass you’ll see.

‘Cause to feel something,
Anything-
Beats a whole lot out
Of Feeling nothing.