The Life We Carry
Life hasnāt been kind to many of us.The only shoulders to catch our tears have been our own,And the only pillow that knows our sorrowIs the one weāve cried into. Our palms have wiped away more painThan theyāve held love,And weāve worn smiles like masksāHiding the echoes of quiet heartbreak. Often, we stand alone.Sometimes, we fail to connect.Sometimes, we donāt even try. Adulthood is a strangeā¦













