Am I Even Heard?

 I cried my soul to sleep tonight. I listened to the tears of my core seep into my blood. I listened to the breaking of my spirit as I wrote down all that needed to be said.

I was patient. I listened. Yet this displeasure of waiting can kill hopes. This constant destruction of the mind is not painless. I feel every part of what broken is meant to be.

Trust. I trust so much and yet I am still cracked. To trust that I trust that I can trust still has me questioning if I can truly just trust.

Yes that is defining every bit of one thousand overwhelming thoughts in my head. Yet those are only the tip of the iceberg that killed so many.

Ask me. Just ask me. 

Words are just that. Something waving in air with a tune attached but actions can be read clearly. Yet is making an action to loud of a request? 

See this is where it is best to just be silent. Being careful how I tread. And, but I don't want to. Then I am held and reminded I must have patience, strength and endurance. 

I can be discouraged and feeling distraught but I cannot lose hope. That is the trust I cling to.  As the continuing tears slide down a pale freckled face, I wonder am I even heard?