My heart is like an empty terminal
Sometimes it feels things too deeply
Ruthless and threatening
Tender but deafening
Knowing whether to stay or go
Seeing things for what they do not show
Waiting in line to retrieve my ticket
Constantly missing every minute
It’s like the runway is far too long
I never make it to shore before dawn
If you could walk one day in my shoes
Your shins would be bruised
You would be fragile too
