Read between the lines

To know that every story

Is a tale of love or loss or achievement;

And like with everything

That is told or expressed

There is feeling…hope…intention

And a desire to be heard

And understood.

Sustenance for the individual

Depends on validation

And a pronouncement of self

In a world that can be cruel

In its ignorance of that

Which can’t be seen, heard or felt

Even if it occupies the same vastness

In which love and loss

Hope and despair

Everything and nothing

Coexist.

The story you must remember,

Is only that which you can at present-

Understand.