Shoulders

Who has ever thought about that shoulder they cry on? Who has ever once offered them a shoulder? Who has ever been there?

Through thick and thin,

I’ll always be here.

I’ll always be there,

To comfort and protect you,

To guide and lead you,

To be the shoulder for you to cry on.

You know I will,

Forever and always.

 

Through thick and thin,

I never go to anyone.

I tell myself,

Over and over.

“These are my problems,

Not theirs.

No need to concern them,

For then they would worry for me,

And I don’t want to be a hassle.”

I tell myself,

“No one needs to care about my problems,

It is my job to care.”

So I keep a closed face,

One that none can see through.

So no one will have to worry,

About the shoulder.

Reviews

[Kristin Brecoe]

again with the beating me to a review...
anyway. it made a sad face.

you know how id respond to this, mainly cause I've responded before.

this is a good poem.

i wish good poetry was something we could write just because we felt like it, but that doesn't mean the true emotion is there...so maybe it's good we get writers block when we dont have an emotion to pour...
oh, that reminds me...

on the car ride home yesterday, i thought up a poem, but didnt write it down...and i cant get it rriiigghtttt!!!!!!!!!!!!!

fondly,
K

[*Kantola*]

I've felt this way SO many times...
"No one needs to care about this problem, I can deal with it by myself." Eventually, I wound up exploding and crying more than I would've if i would have if I had told someone before-hand. Some people are hard-headed and stubborn like that :)
Great poem :D