Why Aren’t You Checking on Me
In the depths of your silence, I feel the ache,
The longing for a touch, a whisper, a break,
A yearning to be seen, to be truly known,
Do you ever wonder if my heart is overthrown?
Do you perceive my strength, my resilient guise?
But beneath the armor, a tempest resides,
I walk alone, carrying burdens untold,
Yet yearning for a connection, for a hand to hold.
As I traverse this journey, so rugged and steep,
I wonder if you ponder if my spirit you keep,
Do the thoughts of my well-being ever hover?
Do you contemplate if I’m thriving or I suffer?
So I beseech you now, with words soft and true,
To check on me, to inquire, to ask, to pursue,
For behind every smile, behind every façade,
Lies a story waiting to be heard, to be awed.
Let not my strength deceive you, for deep within,
I’m just a soul longing for warmth to begin,
To know you care, to feel your tender touch,
A simple act of love can heal so much.