Going Home

What you do to me doesn’t matter

how I feel is meaningless

for this is not a  journey

but a sojourn with a quest

 

This soul’s bled a million blood drops

and billion more it shall weep

before I can return it

to the ‘one’ for eternal keep

 

I remember not exactly

why this ‘soul’ was given to me

”vulnerability’ and ‘frailty’ mar it

yet,  there’s colossal strength in  it

 

Stranger’s sorrows wound it

its insides lacerate

another’s unshed tears

make it agonizingly ache

 

I’m no martyr

and this I must admit

its never easy

to be the one to weep

 

Yet, when I was sent here

the only  task I received

was not to ‘protect’  it

but to let it cry and grieve

 

There have been times

that almost killed me in the past

when the blackness enveloped so thickly

I was sure I would’ve passed

 

But I know it doesn’t matter

I knew it couldn’t last

Cause  I’m just a traveler

And everything shall pass

 

You may think I’m stupid

to be crying for alien pain

and you may say rightly

that I waste my life in vain

 

But, Till your sorrow still gets me

makes me wince again

till my eyes can brim with tears

for an unknown, alien pain

 

I know, I’ve done my duty

to the one who sent me here

and when I go back ‘home’

A tender heart I will bear

 

This poem was written in response to today’s prompt at the daily post – ‘passenger’. As you can see, I’ve interpreted it a bit!  What does the word ‘passenger ‘ remind you of?