Inside, My Soul Is Crying... Poem by Amy J Richardson

There are too many of us out there like this.
It is heartbreaking.
But what choice have we, when
inside, our souls are crying
and have been doing so
since the very day we were born?

Mine has been in torment now for almost 23 years.
I noticed its pain when I was a small girl of twelve
and have cried with it ever since.
I fight a battle to dry the tears
but it breaks me when I see them.
Why does sadness have to be red?

My body is now tattooed.
Patched together with the scars
where my soul breaks free
for a fleeting breath or air.
Before it is locked back in the dark.
Condemned to keep on crying.

There are too many of us out there like this.
It is heartbreaking.
But what have we got left, when
inside, our souls are crying
and will be doing so
until the very day we die.


-1.12am, Friday 25th September 09, age 22, with tears-