It is not so tangible that it may be touched
Or held in your hand.
Yet it is strong enough that it can be felt
Over time and distance.
From one soul to another
It can be seen when you looks into its eyes.
It is enough to overwhelm you.
If you’re not careful it may take hold
And never let go.
You may become trapped,
Struggling in its vice forevermore.
You try to express what it is,
To let others know the depths of the emotion
That grips you with an invisible fist.
You are reaching out
You try to give it away,
But how do you capture sorrow?
By Nicole Bates