For it was that time my heart sank,
when I knew I was no longer alone,
I was exposed,
and the world around me felt anger.
I walked the city streets that night,
and the cobblestone felt ugly,
looking for crevices to catch my feet,
wanting to trip me into the street.
A stumble is so obvious to the naked eye,
yet hiding the pain is such a mystery.
We often are left just wondering how,
we could ever begin to understand a cry.
If I were to melt inside the rays of a hot sun,
there would be reason to wonder just why,
instead the days continue to run beyond
my control, I’m still only able to crawl.
One day a friend of mine, chose a story,
I listened because I always trusted his reason,
and afterward, well I just wanted to …
yet when the truth is told, we don’t ask why.
I do wonder sometimes, why it is we cry,
when we are always part of the reason
we exist, the answer to finding legacy
is in the message, while traveling on by.
Stop and listen, and your friend will answer,
from there well, the reasons I’ll defer.