EMPATHS
I think of you and your struggles
More than you know
I might not see your face
Or know your name
I might not remember what you do
Or from whence you came
I might not follow your steps
Or recall your colorful tales
I might forget what you’ve accomplished
Or in which ways you think you’ve failed
But I think of you and your struggles
More than you know
I might be a friend, a shadow
Or an enemy, true
I might not say everything right
Or believe as others do
I might not care enough
Or hide far away
I might hate myself at times
Or believe it’s all okay
But I think of you and your struggles
More than you know
I might scream this is annoying
Or let out a sigh
I might make claim to a funny
Or lead some to cry
I might not say enough
Or go on and on for days
I might slip into silence
Or act in peculiar ways
But I think of you and your struggles
More than you know
I might get it wrong
Or strike an odd stance
I might sprint beyond
Or forget that last glance
I might ponder a long while
Or toss it aside
I might forget all my manners
Or forgo the ride
But I think of you and your struggles
More than you know
I might change a mind
Or cause one to blame
I might take a hand
Or be victim to shame
I might never know
Or ask one to tell
I might be off track
Or perhaps even yell
But whatever we do
Whatever we might
Whatever your struggles
Whatever our plight
Know this to be true
From the center of heart
I think of your suffering
And it tears me apart
Samantha Craft, 5.15.19
Dedicated to my online family
Belly of a Star 