I am going to tell the story. My soul is full yet it is empty. It bears the burn of time. It bears the burn of a pain no one will ever know but of the words that will fall from my pen and from my lips.
Anything you say, only mock the stitches which hold me together. My penance, my greatness...it is my blood. The sun in my face, continuing everyday is how I mock the pain.
It will be my greatness to live on after knowing you did not come. It will be my love and my strength that will live on inside of me, inside of my children.
I will lay upon my chest, the truth. I will open my heart and spread it open for the world to see. You will never be able to see it, because it shines so bright.
The secrets I will sacrifice at my own soul's request.