The Other Side

Vessel of emotion they possess

Carefully contained, systematically subdued

Never the ones to smile, never the ones to frown

Even from the façade, one thing is succinct

There’s more to the story than is apparent

One day we will know it and regret not reaching out

Now we’re just afraid what might gush

When the vessel overflows and tips

An ocean too vast to hold

If we’re frightened to even know

They must be crushing under facing it all

Do they tame it, fight it or let it?

Let’s say, for once, we row to the other side

One foot on their shore, another on the boat

Lend a hand or perhaps wait to be familiar

Tell them there’s space for more

It’s now a matter of choice to change

So what if it isn’t even close to healing, it’s a start

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