A Written Expression

Tears are the pathways between two souls
A connection born of sorrow and support
A lightened load as well as a strengthened bond
So why do I view it as a weakness?
A repulsion away from connection with others
A heavier load lead to a strengthened spirit
Is not music defined by it's space as much as it's sound?
A note too frequent is no longer profound
A silence too prevalent is death
I know now that it is through sharing the burden that connections are made
A vulnerable state of being
A connection desired but never found
So why is it that I can't connect?
A habit carried from the past
A scar that remains with me today

Try as I might, I can only muster to write
At least it will be read, for there is much to be said

Left to wallow in my sorrow. At least it helps to borrow
The minds of many so great. They might just bear my weight

Thank you ever more
For listening while I am sore

Such a great weight. At least another knows I carry.
Perhaps they will come to understand why I tarry.

Weary old heart of mine, perhaps the glass is fine.
For at least another can see inside and allow me to come alive.