You said you were worried & I held onto it like a treasure

I was not invisible

You could see me

in the wading crowd

not another faceless mask

,floating into a train,

but it was my face

You saw it

burnt, bent

The way it had frozen

,stuck in place,

You also saw my tethers

bounded, chained

No one else saw

what I carried

,down the same track,

but it was my heart

You felt it

burnt, bent

The way it had frozen in place

,and still never given up,

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