I am fine

Sometimes when I say that I am fine
Can you read between the lines?
Can you see beyond my smiles
The tears I fight and hold
from welling in my bleary eyes?

For sometimes when I fall
I look around the rough
And I find reasons to smoothly sail on
With these chuckles that I share
That mask the crackles of hopeless melodies
Like strumming a broken piece of chord strings.

But It’s in the loneliness
I feel in their hugs
A purpose that thrusts
When they tug.


And if you listened hard enough
You just might hear where
and how they want to be loved;
it’s in the gentle sounds within their echoes;
the innocent growl in their aggression
that beckons for just a little affection;
too weary of our neglect and rejection.

But Sometimes I say that I am fine
When I’m only trying to hold on to
what could have been mine.
And if you read between the lines
You would see with me
The many blessings they long for
That rest as thine.