Tumbling
Everyone's every word
Tumbling around trying to be heard
Confused is my mind
Trying to find
Ways to sort it all out to leave them all behind
My mind takes their very own pain
Their stain
Taking their bad
Their sad
Turn them into words so beauty, they will see
Instead of the pain that truly be
They see their very own word
Their cry now can be heard
They think hey that's just like me
When it is themselves they see
Understanding helps them to grow
Their problems they think is mine
Seeing it there makes a little light start to shine
In front of them Writen down for them to see
What their pain truly be
understanding then does start
Their own life they see in part
Recognizing their own pain
Eases this strain
Give them sight
To set things right
I put it down
To ease their frown
To help them heal
It helps them to deal
They think I'm blue
Like them too
But it's their own life
Their own strife
Cause I'm free
Their own pain I help them see
No more, no less
But I must confess
Pain is hard to fight
Unless you can see it in the light
Cause it is hard to break free
From something that you can not see
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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