Understanding

The weight you carry, I perceive,

A burden pressing, hard to cleave.

I understand, or try to, see,

The storm within, that rages free.

You’re navigating tangled lines,

A web of stress, that interwines.

How easily the finger points,

From shores untouched by your annoyments,

How can I gauge the depths you face?

My gentle shower, your flooding space.

My shoes are clean, my path is clear,

While yours is muddy, fraught with fear.

I cannot know the precise sting,

The silent battles you must sing

Alone, unheard, within your heart,

A world apart, right from the start.

But this I grasp, this truth I hold,

Each soul a story, yet untold.

A hidden weight, a private pain,

Admitted not, again, again.

Not every dawn is bright and bold,

Some days are grey, and stories told

In whispers soft, and tear-stained eyes,

Beneath the weight of clouded skies.

So I perceive this shadowed time,

Where laughter fades, and loses rhyme.

Your smile is lost, a distant gleam,

Consumed by darkness, in a dream.

I offer not preceptive lore,

But whisper softly, "Pray some more."

Let hope remain, a fragile light,

And pray again, with all your might.