The Pain You Feel Is The Love You Withhold

We walk the world as if we were without sight.
With reaching hands that seek a wall,
a shoulder, or another hand.

We fight the darkness but never turn on a light.
Tiptoe, run, or crawl we all fall
Forgetting we soon land.

We are never too young to hurt, never too old to learn,
Never too cold to love another soul,
Even if we feel so alone.

We can take life as a gift, too afraid to unwrap,
The pain we feel is the love we withhold
and now you know.