Intangible

How do you write about something that you can only feel?
A bump in the night or a wound to heal.

Barley understood by thought
how can it be possible to plot.

The weight is surely there
but how to compare.

It would never show on a scale.
It is something you can only tell.

It is mysterious the depths that it can transverse.
Always leading with a purpose.

It touches deep within the soul.
Each one taking its own tole.

The mass of a thousand oceans.
So much more than emotions.

Calm comfort and peace.
Insanity, sickness and disease.

Each weight different,
same for each participant.

Some can carry what others can not.
Some would crumble at battles already fought.

It can not be weighted, measured or calculated.
But it can be created and dictated.

It can not be touched or seen.
Like the effects of serotonin and dopamine.

Difference can be noticed with the eye
But that’s just the symptoms in disguise.

Abstract, intangible and subjective.
Sometimes words fall short of the objective.

Too deep, too strong, too much pain.
Linked together like a chain.

Sometimes the right words cease to exist.
Despite a desperate attempt not to miss.

I’ve searched every language on this Earth
and could not find words to match its worth.