For She Who Cries In My Heart Poem by Lesa MRK

Every now and then when all is quiet,
And the day has passed away,
I can hear the girl still softly weeping-
Her tears weigh upon all that is me...
For so long she's been trapped in my heart,
And sadly she does not sleep.

Sometimes her tears blind my eyes,
And her sorrow seeps into my soul-
For the girl is me, a part of me...
Locked behind a door in my heart she will be
Forever waiting,
Sorrowfully yearning to be set free.

Locked behind the door amongst all the cobwebs,
The shattered pieces of my broken heart-
This young girl cries to me.
I had to lock her there all those years ago
Told she could not feel...
Could never be....
Could never be real.

But this beautiful girl; she is so sad....
She never did anything wrong...
She only lived, and she only loved....
She only embraced what God formed her to be;
Though now hatred has stole her song.

This girl is gentle; her heart is mild,
She'd never hurt another soul....
She only lived; she only loved
Though bolts of hate crashed down upon one so young...
And now despair has stole her fate.

I try to comfort her, each and every day
Wisdom has come to me through all these years
Perhaps it is I who can dry those tears...
I wrap my arms around her soooo tight
As the memories come caving in....
'Don't cry, girl... I am here for you now.
And only I can stop your fears.'

How can I give her hope and wipe away her despair?
Her sweet dreams forever taken away....
She's been left behind in an ocean of pain
And it is I who holds her hand as she sorrowfully weeps.
I whisper to her that someday it will be okay
'Everything broken will be restored beyond the colors of a rainbow...
Just hold on, hope and pray.'

So if you see me smiling...
Perhaps it is only sorrow in great disguise...
For she who cries in my heart-
Has left great tears which blind my eyes.