Spirit

The Mind screams thoughts unbearable
The Heart aches tears unshedable
and so the fingers reach out and touch.
Creating words to the world...
readable, beautiful, relatable, captivating.

The spirit cries alone...
Betrayed by the simple release,
So belittled have its,
Screams,
Tears,
and Aches,
Been left to be.

Unseen in the shadows of the fingers creations.
Hidden from the world.
Behind...
Beautiful, captivating words.
Woven together to tell a story,
Without ever exposing the spirit inside.

The world watches, yet never sees,
Reads, yet never comprehends,
Lives, yet never blinks an eye...
Never in recognition...
of the spirit that dies within.

@s.i.aleem 5.19.14