Bottled Up

Through this weepy sadness,
Your smile brings me through.
I have nothing left in me,
Yet, You make me joyfull.

This pain, I endure alone,
A burden on my shoulders,
Your sweet, kind words,
Help remove these boulders.

But, lately you have been distant,
As I am left to just observe,
Your quiet ignoring,
Is just too much that’s served.

This is agony without a shout.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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