When we suffer

alone

our cries

fueled by our own

misery

are the only

balm

for out pains

and this limits

its ability to

dissipate

to healimg

 

we bound our moans

encapsulating them in

silos of consciousness

feeding each bounce the

energy necessary to

sustain proper

inertia

 

we must crack

and prop open our lids

and allow the fresh air

of others

to inject

life giving

progress