Can't think of a title

You don't feel it.
Not your fault.
 Makes it so you can barely understand.

Every room crashes in,
  try to keep a smile.

Each feeling drives me to solitude.

Still,
  I refuse to withdraw.

So I will weather the storms around,
  let the empath  in me run free.

Give some joy.

Bask in the light.

And as much as it hurts,
   help.

Reviews

[Renée]

I do believe you did think of a title ! Somedays you just move your feet forward...and it is about all you can do till you gain your momentum again... Perseverance... ( :

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:: extremely moving and inspiring work... this is how we become resilient... we must never withdraw... never give up... i loved this post, dear brave tortoise...

[jdking]

if I was to give this poem a title
it would end in HURT
now there is a TiTle

[Jon Roggie]

Still have to get the rest. Thanks!