tears

i found myself penning some thoughts...

The loneliness I find quietly moving. I grasp with the edges of my finger tips of what I desire..trying desperately to stay the course. 

My tears push and crave to fall upon an open chest  to be brushed aside quietly with the knowing of a tender heart. A hand to push aside the strands of hair that fall tangled on a cheek. 

Passing the sorrow to one as an offering to the other in exchange for their sorrow. As one can carry the wounds of a comrade in fellowship, but cannot bear to look below the shirt at their own bleeding heart.

i contacted my friend joann and request (okay, begged) for her artistic interpretation.