If only my heart could wield this pen,
Then you'd see the depths of my ache and yen.
Words unsaid, emotions held inside,
Burning and churning, no place to hide.

If only my heart could guide these lines,
You'd feel the weight of my silent confines.
Each stroke would bleed with sorrow profound,
Echoing whispers of a soul unbound.

If only my heart could grasp this quill,
You'd sense the longing, the void to fill.
In every curve and loop of each letter,
Lies the map of a pain that feels like forever.

If only my heart could take this pen from my hand,
Then you'd see how much I'm hurting, understand.
But words alone falter, unable to portray,
The depths of anguish I endure day by day.
© sosawrites