So much emotion swells
within me;
but what to do of
it?
Hurt emotions and
feelings passed by unattended
Under the plastic
wrapping of,
‘there just small
things’
Tears locked
within surrounded by a concrete wall
People who said
they would be there for you
Don’t have the
time to listen
Every man caught
up in his agenda
What of you?
You hearts dreams?
Your biggest fears? Deepest secrets?
To whom do You
confined these?
No, not to the
ones who promise to be there for you
But to the ones
who don’t
The ones who allow
their tears to roll in front of you;
And the ones who
don’t have a brave face
They are the real
strong ones
For within that
fragile wall
There is comfort,
assurance and strength
These ones are
more than what some of us pretend to be
-Hally-
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