Inside her heart : carried in silence

Inside her heart lived so much

She could not say

And maybe she always sensed

This

Always felt set apart

In some way from the crowd

By depths she witnessed

Losses she had been through

Sometimes the burden of the two selves

That live within here

Made of living

A difficult thing

Especially when it is hard for people

To even see

Any closer than

The surface

For appearances are

So often decieving

And yet in the end

What else could she do

But hold it close

While trying at times

Through poetry or prose

To touch the truth of it

Sometimes failing in the task

But maybe sometimes managing

To find a way to speak of things

Her soul endured

And carried in silence