A Letter To My Misunderstood Heart

By Aarohi Shah

Dear Heart, 

People come and go, 

Fragmented, 

They stay in your memory. 

You will feel the weight, 

For some time at least.

Not of disappointment, 

But, 

Of loss. 

I know you are hurting, 

It pains. 

But its good, 

It shows, 

You aren’t heartless after all. 

You were called names,

Emotionless, insensitive. 

No emotions?

But only you knew, 

The magnitude of them all. 

The world would see, 

Just the surface. 

How you didn’t show anything. 

That, 

You couldn’t express.

But only you knew, 

How much you felt them. 

Don’t worry, 

This is common to hearts like us. 

People expect, 

That tears are unknown to us, 

And attachments, 

A distant thought. 

However, 

Only hearts like us understand, 

How every heartbeat throb’s in suffering, 

How every tear has a story. 

You may be strong for the world, 

But when alone, 

You linger in the deepest corners,  

To heal. 

To call all emotions to surface, 

To be free. 

How will the world know? 

Dear Heart, 

That you were brimming with tears, 

But didn’t shed even one. 

How will the world know? 

Dear Heart, 

When you cried in the room, 

All alone, 

In the darkness. 

How will the world know?

Dear heart, 

When you forced a smile, 

Even when you were broken from inside. 

Dear Heart, 

It’s okay. 

They don’t need to know. 

Anyways, 

It will always be me and you. 

I will understand, 

How you grieved, 

Tossed and Turned, 

But, 

At the end of the day, 

You put a strong face, 

And walked ahead. 

Right into, 

What once broke you. 

By Aarohi Shah