How can I trust
When you are buried under a concrete of mistrust.
How can I forgive
When all you have done is grim.

How can I let go
When I don't have it in me--anymore.
How can I cry
When my tears haven't stopped to dry.

How is just one word
And yet, it encapsulates my world,
What seems easy
Isn't what it is.

Underneath the layers of passion
Is a person grappling battles within
Wounds are deep, the silent frustrations scream
And yet, they move ahead like a Queen.