A Voice Not a Punch Line

We all want to matter

To know that somewhere someone out there

Has been touched by the words we said

The things we did

To know we did something that mattered

What we don’t know is that that stuff doesn’t matter

If its only purpose was to garner satisfaction for ourselves

Not cause we cared

I hear the cries of those in pain

And I cry, my soul calls to them because they need the help

Not just the one’s whose pain you can see

My Soul cries for the one’s who keep their pain buried deep

Those are my sisters and brothers in need

Their pain is mine cause I’ve lived it

The very experiences are not the same

No

It’s the pain of keeping so much bottled up

The pressure trying to force its way to the surface

It’s the dry eyes and pretty smiles that hurt

Cause no one wants your whole story

And if they did you don’t want to show it

They don’t really want to see

Judgments are so quick and easy to make

“Your lives aren’t hard, you don’t know what hard is”

But pain is pain

Whether it’s a gunshot or a broken heart

Pain remains pain

I hear the cries of those in pain

And I cry, my soul calls out to you because like you

I am broken

My soul cries out to you

Embrace all of you, every part that is beautifully twisted

As I embrace you