I could feel the pain, but there is that measuredness again. Like a disciplined heart, albeit hurting. What you left unsaid, felt like a contained fire. It made the few lines here more potent than if you unleashed everything (although that works in other styles too).
Hugs. I wish respite for your heart. But in the right time.
caffeinated sonnets 
A lovely piece.
I could feel the pain, but there is that measuredness again. Like a disciplined heart, albeit hurting. What you left unsaid, felt like a contained fire. It made the few lines here more potent than if you unleashed everything (although that works in other styles too).
Hugs. I wish respite for your heart. But in the right time.
On very rare occasions that I am left without words – your truths left me speechless.