Poetry takes human form

The way she survived was like poetry

So sad, but yet beautiful in the saddest way

No matter the sorrow, she made someone smile

But could never seem to make herself smile

She tried for a while

After years of trying

She finally accepted that some people are meant to heal

What I mean by that is

We absorb the pain of the ones the love

We assure that there is a power from above

We may be hurting, but we'll never show

Even when things get really low

We wear ourselves out

Just to show others what love is about

So give me your pain and maybe I'll make you happy

Then when you've had enough

I'll do you the favor, of walking out