I stand with them in storm and sun,
A steady voice when days come undone.
Through whispered grief and shattered light,
I hold their hands through endless night.
But when the dark calls out my name,
And silence wraps me tight in shame,
My tongue is stone, my lips are still,
A heavy lock, an iron will.
I reach, yet words dissolve like mist,
A frozen jaw, a clenched-up fist.
Who hears the heart that bears the strain,
Yet speaks no whisper of its pain?
But they aren't the ones at fault
When my heart is an impenetrable vault
That holds the grief I tuck away,
And all the pleas I never say.
A pillar strong, yet made of glass,
Cracks unseen that none surpass.
Oh, if the walls could only break!
And someone hear the sound they make.
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