Accused

I have been accused Of lacking emotions Yet I hold a sky full of tears A vein full of sorrow And gallons of Love I am a river Carrying human emotions Swollen vessels Cover my face Streams of tears Lay rotten in my mind I hold the bowl of pain On my bare hands Stitched on my palms Glued to my soul I hold an ocean of love Buried in my spirit Drilled to my soul I hold not anger Or vengeance All forbidden spears In my arsenal of words I hold not to the hands of envy Jealousy is not my friend I hold onto the tree of peace The hand of compassion A humble heart is my home Kindness is my composition Hope is my path Love is my story I am a spirit poet ©