Weight On My World- a poem a day or ... something

A Letter Or Something

She is brilliant

and more compassionate than most

though she knows it not

sometimes a weary crowded look lingers in her eyes

even after a faded smile

worn are the eyes like the stars they are old like a pair of broken down jeans

on fire, they are on fire

she wants to lend more than she can offer which is why

she often needs to end up taking it back

but she knows something about how the world works

its one great big world and one tiny little thing

almost swallowed whole she is

she wants to love

but how can she when she doesnt love herself

a tragic tale

for there is so much to love

and then theres a third self

a self that sees all and knows all

a self that loves her

even when she doesnt

loves her for everything

the scared

the broken

the tired

the crowded

the confused

because a self knows there is so much more than that

and i know a tiny little thing about the way the world works

everyone feels this way

everyone is

vunerable

its okay