I know you’re fighting battles;
Deep within yourself,
I understand what it means-
To be at war with oneself.
I know you can’t always talk about it;
I understand the risks of vulnerability.
I know there’s much you’ve kept inside,
Buried deep in secrecy.
I know your joy is an impression;
You smile only to look okay,
I know that you hurt in silence,
When you really have so much to say.
I know that you break down;
I know that you cry,
I know that you do it alone,
So that no one can ask why.
I know the pain can be heavy;
Even greater than words,
And sometimes you fear confiding in people-
Afraid they can make it worse.
I respect you
And all of your strength,
But if you’re ever met with the need for a shoulder–
I’ll be in arms length…
By : Phanuel Ayelum