Judge

Judge

Sometimes we're shattered, lost, and unsure how to mend,
Nothing seems to bring solace, no comfort to amend.
Tears have drenched your sheet, a reflection of your pain,
A strange restlessness surrounds you, like an endless refrain.

An ache in the heart, a sorrow that won't subside,
The fear of judgment looms, "What will the world say?" it hides.
If you speak of your pain, will they understand or condemn?
A canvas blank and bare, its colors washed away by rain.

My eyes are moist, a thousand unspoken words they hold,
There's much to be done, but courage falters, grows old.
Life stretches ahead, yet breaths feel heavy as stone,
As if the weight of the world is crushing, all alone.

-Goldi Mishra