Conviction to make

Where does it come from?
This inner feeling like it should make sense
That what we create should be for ourselves.

Who could give any of us an explanation for it?
One that we would even want to hear
We wouldn't believe it.

This aching, this longing, this hurting
This constant tugging at our hearts
The places we want to go, but can't.

Make ourselves cry over and over
Re-reading what we felt, what we feel
A crushing blow to our emotional integrity.

Why does it feel like this?
Looking back and seeing how it had really been
But there is no going back.