347. A World That Cries

I yearn for the world to understand me,

to listen once to the sound of my beating heart,

and to tell me that it’s okay to be human,

because that’s all I understand how to be.

I’m not great with speech, but my words,

they bleed with intense desire to hold you,

to tell you that I love you, and that you’re safe.

Because the words I write are meant for you,

for the one reading this.

There’s a connection within our hearts,

though I often feel like it's been shattered,

And even so, I can still see your heart 

for what it is, and it is a work of art. 

I wish my art was like yours, but it really isn’t.

It's too plain and simple, and ordinary,

and it never knows where it belongs,

or if the world would ever understand its song,

or ever read its story.

But perhaps the connection can mend,

and my heart can return to yours.

and then the whole convoluted world can rest,

so that I may close my eyes,

and no longer worry about a world that cries,

or one that hurts so much inside.