poem I wrote

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WHEN SOMEONE ASKS

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When someone asks "How are you?" 

I can say "I have a cold" or "My back is stiff".

I can not say "I want something I can never have."

Or "I regret the decisions I have made."

Our longing and regret are hidden

As if our bodies are valid but not our emotions

As if our sorrow is a cause for shame

So I say to everyone, (silently in my thoughts)

"I am sorry you are sad, my friend. 

Have regret, that your heart hurts.

I understand because I too have 

The malady of humanness."

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