When True Beauty Suffers Poem by James Darwin Smith II

When true beauty suffers
I feel everything
The hurt, the pain
All of it



Crying with each tear cried
Asking the same question, of why?
Stomach turning, sickening senses
Emotions so strong within



No regrets
If only it was a way
To take away the pain
Would rather have it all
Than feel true beauty suffering


Wish I could use these healing hands
To cure every last pain
Would even give each touch away
The warmth it all
Even if my grip became an agonizing defeat
Towards a bewildered unending descend



To sacrifice
Only to gander new strength
Being able to cure all that I can
I wish I could very well do so
Even if it made me weaker
Every single day



And in the end
I would never need to be a hero
Just a wounded soul
That did everything he could
To make sure happiness
Was all around



Call me weak
Call me strong
Call me naïve
It never matters
Because I am me
That is all



When true beauty suffers
I feel everything
The hurt, the pain
All of it



And that always comes with no shame
I will always be strong in the end