A poem

So I wrote a poem today. I didn't really mean to. I just got two lines, so I wrote them down. Then I got a few more lines, so I wrote them down. And then a few more, and so on and so on. And I had a poem.

Before I let you read it, let me tell you something random. If you ever want to confuse someone honestly answer the question "How are you today?" - especially if the answer is 'horrible' or 'not so good.' At work I always ask my customers how they're day is going and one day on of them asked "Do you really even care?" I thought about it for a moment and I was. I really do like to know how people are doing, and make their days go better.

Also, lots of times, even with people I know, I get told "I'm fine" even if their not. And I don't really know why. So this poem is kinda about that.

And no, it doesn't have a title.

Don't tell me that you're fine

When I see brokenness inside,

Your lips, they smile

Your eyes, they cry.

Desperately pleading

Silently screaming

Insisting always "I'm fine."

I have two shoulders, ears and arms,

Crying eyes and a healing heart,

Shoulders trained to hold your tears

Ears to listen, arms to hold

Eyes to cry cause you're not alone -

A healing heart that's not yet whole

I'm not fine

And you're not too,

But I know the One

Who'll bring us through

And that is my latest poem

Hollie