What comes naturally...

It's crazy that I have been writing this blog faithfully for so long without doing what I do best, writing a poem!  So here goes something off the top:

Calluses build casually  
In the soft spaces of hearts
Days and nights transition
In the endless battery of time
Layers of unsaids mount
Without resolution as
Emotions are encased
Within the shell of constant
Friction and miscommunication
Heartless words are perceived as
Callous