I Cry Alone

I cry alone. If a woman cries in the middle of the night and no one hears, Does her pain matter? I go outside and try to find sympathy But the dark is asleep. Does it matter? Do I matter? I try to call out for help. A warm touch. Someone else’s heartbeat. But there is none around. I cry out to God. He’s sleeping too. Rest comes so easy for some. Rest hides from me. Words kill. Words heal. Touch kills. Touch heals. But tonight, there are no words. There is no touch. For I cry alone.