To the Unloved

To the Unloved, I understand;

To those who feel unloved, know that I care

Wherever you are, know that you are not alone

My feet hurt, though my journey is short

My arms ache, though my work is easy

I am fearful, though I have no oppressor

I lose sleep, though my bed is soft

I'm grieving, though I have lost nothing

I'm bleeding, though I have no cuts

I'm freezing, though my clothes are warm

I'm drenched, though my roof stops the rain

I'm crawling, though I can stand

I'm breaking, though my burden is light

I feel empty, though I have eaten

I feel alone, though I am loved

I feel bound, though I live in freedom

I seek to comfort the depressed, the hopeless

I hear the cries of the helpless, the forgotten

I see the tears of the broken, the downtrodden

I feel your sorrow, and I understand

I sense your pain, and I experience it as my own