Hurt-Free Verse

Sometimes I wish I were dead Locked in a wooden cage and buried six feet under Just so I wouldn't have to feel. Or deal with the reality before me Sometimes I wish my heart could be ripped out & shattered to pieces before my eyes To reflect the shattering I feel on the inside. Sometimes I wish I would stop feeling... These tears that fall Are seen as a sign of weakness But what these tears are Are a testament of hardships; Of trying times only the Bravest could survive These tears Are a reflection of the open wounds that still pulsate Desiring care and healing But are instead seared open, & made to bleed all over again. Welcome to my heart... #BlueRain 2017