Telrao

Hollow Wholeness

What is this fear, that lingers
Deep within my heart? I feel
It building, with cold fingers
Squeezing my soul, the warmth frail

And fading in the face of this onslaught.
Folding in upon myself, crumpled,
Broken, fearful, angry, distraught,
Afraid of the pain, I plead

With the voices in my mind.
“Stop screaming, stop shouting!”
They continued to yell, blind,
To my pain, horror, and suffering.

When I turn to my friends, hollow
Comfort is all I receive. “Smile,”
They say, words oh so shallow,
“It will all be fine in a while,

“Don’t whinge,” They scoff,
“What right have you to complain?”
They sigh, turn their heads, brush me off,
Oblivious to my pain.

I walk in shadow, head bowed
Beneath the weight of my fears.
The smiles I give are a shroud
To hide my weakness and tears.

Who will help me with my burden?
Who will lift me from the dirt?
Who will push back the dark curtain?
Who will speak comfort to my hurt?

A distant light on the horizon
That glimmers and glitters weakly.
It whispers for me to hold on,
It will come – it’s what I’m seeking.

A glimpse of hope among the fear,
A soft touch in the night,
A voice that whispers in my ear
Gentle hope – and wonderful light.