No one will ever fully understand you
nor be able to emphasise
with all you are going through.
They won't be able to get the pain,
or how difficult the journey is.
They won't be able to feel
the kicks
to the guts,
the sticks
that are used to beat you up,
they won't be able to feel
the stamping foot.
They won't understand.
but they will give a hand
and a shoulder to weep on.
They will look at you
through their eyes.
Eyes that have not seen
the same torn blistered skies,
had the same experiences,
or been on the same
terrifying rollercoaster ride.
They will try to emphasise
but they can't imagine themselves
into a different life,
however, they will listen
as you talk through pain,
as you feel your heart break,
they will shelter from rain
and wipe away tears that leak.
People will not understand
because we are all
on different sentences,
on separate pages,
in different stories,
in a vast library,
with a billion books,
but this doesn't mean
you are alone.
The stories have similarities.
Each protagonist
has a journey of their own
and some of them intertwine,
some cross lines
and help to define the next riddle
in your ongoing puzzle,
and some are there to just listen,
offer a warming cuddle.
Hope explodes
from a small social bubble.
Thanks for reading
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