I Was Not Hurt, Yet I Carry Sorrow

I never blamed a soul, though they left me with my scars,
I carry grief within my heart, beneath these silent stars.

I never complained about the weight that life bestowed,
I bear my pain in silence as I walk this lonely road.

For others' laughter, I became the tears they never knew,
I weep beneath the veil of night, where no one sees me through.

Each soul that came found shelter underneath my sky,
Then left, and took my peace away without a last goodbye.

I gave a flower to each heart that crossed my way,
Now thorns remain within my hands, yet still I bloom each day.

I hold no hatred in my heart, though I am tired and worn,
I carry all the wounds that time has left upon my soul.

I never asked why they destroyed the world I knew,
I only gather broken dreams and bear their ruins too.

I never wished for anyone to feel the pain I bear,
Yet every wound they left behind has made my heart more bare.

At times I whisper to my God beneath the midnight skies,
And send my hidden sorrows up where silent starlight lies.

I ask, my God, where does this endless story end?
How long must I carry burdens that no earthly hands can mend?

I never wished for anything but kindness in this life,
So why must I carry all this sorrow, all this strife?

Sometimes I wish that I could leave the past behind,
Yet memories return like ghosts that linger in my mind.

Sometimes I wish my heart could learn to live without love,
Yet still I draw the face I miss in dreams I'm thinking of.

Among a thousand people, I have felt so far away,
I carry loneliness upon my back from night to day.

I place a smile upon my lips so none will feel alone,
While hidden storms are raging where my heart has made its home.

No one has ever truly known the battles that I fight,
I carry untold stories through the silence of the night.

Each evening, I ask myself, what has this life in store?
Is sorrow all I'm meant to bear, or is there something more?

I hold no claim against the world, nor blame my destiny,
Yet still I wonder why this pain walks everywhere with me.

I wish that I could make amends with the soul inside,
For years I've fought a war no one has seen, no place to hide.

I wish the wind could take away the memories I keep,
But every fading moment finds a home within my sleep.

I wish the one who walked away had stayed a little while,
Not to beg them to return, but to speak without a smile.

Not for their love, nor for the past, nor to revive what died,
But just to tell the story of the wounds I keep inside.

Perhaps one day they'll walk a road where weary hearts must roam,
Perhaps they'll then understand the pain of being left alone.

Perhaps they'll ask themselves one day, "Where is that wounded soul?
The one I left beside the road, while chasing my own goal?"

I am still the same, yet not the one I was before,
I walk more softly now beneath the weight I cannot ignore.

I am still the one who, even when an enemy is in pain,
Would reach a hand to help them rise and stand on their feet again.

I never want another heart to break because of me,
I carry my own sorrow so another soul stays free.

Though life has often turned away and shown me little grace,
I still believe tomorrow holds a kinder, brighter place.

Though weary feet have crossed these roads without a sign,
I still draw pictures of a future where the sun will shine.

I never told the darkness it could stay forevermore,
I paint a little sunlight on the walls of every door.

And even when the night has stolen every hope I knew,
I speak the name of light and trust that morning will come through.

I still believe that somewhere past these walls of pain,
There are days when smiles will find my lips again.

Though I have burned for others in the fires of their despair,
I still believe that love is worth the heartache that we bear.

I do not wish to turn into the ones who made me bleed,
I want to find another path, a kinder way to lead.

Though wounds have carved their stories deep within my soul,
I will rise from scattered ashes and make my spirit whole.

If I have spent my years in sorrow for the pain of humankind,
I'll still light a lamp of hope for those who've lost their minds.

I was not hurt, yet in my heart a thousand stories grew,
Of nights when all my silent tears were falling out of view.

I was not hurt, yet sorrow took its roots inside my chest,
Like rain upon a broken land that longs for peaceful rest.

I was not hurt, yet I have learned from those who've gone away,
That those who leave may never keep the promises they say.

I was not hurt, yet I have learned throughout these changing years,
That kindness in a stranger's eyes won't always stay through tears.

I was not hurt, yet still my heart is overflowing with love,
Though loyalty has grown so rare beneath the skies above.

I was not hurt, though countless scars have crossed my weary soul,
I never learned to answer cruelty by becoming cruel.

I was not hurt, yet I have burdens that no eyes can see,
A tale of time, of love, of loss, that lives inside of me.

Though life may bring me storms again and tear my dreams apart,
I keep a little hope alive within my wounded heart.

Though I have suffered more than words could ever hope to say,
I still believe in brighter skies beyond this cloudy day.

I never blamed a soul, though they left me all alone;
I still speak of love, though cruelty has chilled my bones.

I was not hurt—or so I say, while carrying sorrow deep;
Yet hope still lives within my heart, a promise I will keep.