Milady, do not cry,
Do not lose your heart.
Do not shed those tears,
Even though we are apart.
You scream, bawl
And make sounds strident.
And they are unbefitting
Even if you are despondent.
I am too far to feel your suffering,
Your pain and anguish.
Your voice is too far away
Even for me to languish.
But your caring, your love,
Those I can still receive.
Those I long for,
Even if it sounds naïve.
Compose yourself, hold your head high,
Let yourself be calm.
Let your spirits rise,
Even your voice is in qualm.
Have faith, have courage,
Please do not be grim.
Please sing a song,
Even in sleep, I can hear your hymn.
Stories are told all around us. We simply need to choose to listen.
An entry for a contest run by a committee in my university. The prompt is the title of this poem.
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