No where to leave thoughts
Like dry leaves the grounds go grey
And emotions gradually becomes frail
As we swallow pain
Meant to be shared, if hearers were sincere
No where to show weakness
For cosmetic strength has capped reality
Living with smiles yet dying with tears
To say; I’m tired
Is just seen as a means to get attention
Sometimes we just want to cry enough
But the pain is so deep that tears ain’t enough
As we think we don’t do enough
Yet we feel we demand enough
Have we not ignored ourselves enough
It’s no sin,
To find your tears
In the face of fears
Strong, weak and frail all do fail
In the thoughts of giving up, please speak up
©️Hamza Hajj Ayub
Mystic Wanderer 