For Not All Wounds Are Visible

You don’t know the pain she is going through

No matter how much you see you will never see through

She is so broken that she can physically feel it

You don’t know her pain or the story behind it

Mentally drained and spiritually dead

Being emotionally weak yet physically she smiles

Sometimes she gets so sad that it’s hard to breathe

But the tears that stream down her cheeks

Never comforts her in a way that she seeks

It will get better they say but when she asks

It’ll be okay they say but how she questions

“I’m here for you,” they say those powerful words

Exhausted to hear those meaningless phrases

Pain is inevitable in this terribly false world

Her unexpressed emotions all being curled

Which she’s been holding in for too long and it still prolongs

So today I pray for every person with a story

That secretly lives in this seemingly insurmountable pain…