Whispers of the Soul

SA

Heavy Hands, Hollow Heart

My hands are heavy, burdened with grief,
Each finger a weight, a reminder of belief
In a world that felt safe, where love should abide,
Now tethered to shadows, where anguish can't hide.

They ache with the anger, the pain that won't cease,
With clenched fists of silence, I yearn for release.
Each pulse of my heart beats a rhythm of shame,
A hollow echo whispering, "You're the one to blame."

I wear my emotions like chains on my soul,
A heart that is hollow, a spirit less whole.
The laughter of others, like distant, cruel jest,
Reminds me of warmth that has long since been blessed.

The weight of the memories drags me to ground,
While the hollowness howls, a heart's mournful sound.
I walk through the days in a fog of despair,
With heavy hands reaching for a light that's not there.

Isolation's a shroud, wraps tight 'round my chest,
I crave connection, yet feel like a guest
In a life that feels foreign, in a world that feels cold,
Where warmth has been stolen, and silence grows bold.

I long for the moments when I felt truly seen,
When joy was not cloaked in shadows of mean.
But now there's a distance, a chasm so wide,
With each hollow heartbeat, I push love aside.

Yet in the darkness, a flicker remains,
A whisper of hope, through the sorrow's harsh pains.
Though heavy my hands and my heart feels so bare,
I'll seek out the glimmers, the love hidden there.

I'll carry my burden, but I won't let it break,
With each step I take, I'll reclaim what's at stake.
For even in hollowness, a seed can take root,
A strength born of struggle, a will to refute.

So here's to the healing, the scars that will mend,
To the weight that will lighten as I learn to transcend.
With hands that grow lighter and a heart that will fill,
I'll rise from the shadows, reclaiming my will.