My Shoulder


In the Name of God, the Subtle, the Loving

So many times, I have had to be strong:
Keep my head up,
Keep my face from being long.

So many times, I have had to be tough:
Harden my heart,
Keep it closed and rough.

So many times, I have offered up my shoulder:
To be a place of tears, of rest, of shelter.

So many times, I have offered up my shoulder:
To block the rain, as an enormous boulder.

But don’t they ever wonder about how I am feeling?
That as I open up my arms, my heart is reeling?

Don’t they realize that my strength is facade?
Smoke and mirrors to hide what’s inside?

Don’t they know that the shoulder I give,
Is an act of charity that I may live?

Because if they could see with the truest clarity
The truth behind the lies of my eyes

They would see a heart torn apart by calamity
And a soul tormented by the pain I surmise.

But my tears must never flow
My breath must always remain calm.

My true state – I must never show.
It is I who must accept the grieving palm.

And so I offer up my shoulder
To bring relief from the rain.

But know that I am not the colder,
If I can’t show you my true pain.

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