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Tightly coiled, my thoughts wrap around my heart
Squeezing, tugging, draining all the emotion away
I sit stone-faced, empty, deprived of light
So many feelings buried underneath my thickened unbleamished skin
I want to shout and scream, please hear me
Listen to the way my eyes droop with sadness
Listen to the way my shoulders slump in defeat
Listen to the way my knees rock back and forth incessantly
Listen to the patter of my knuckles as they wrap against my desk
The sound of my voice lies crushed beneath the weight of my pain
I want to utter a phrase, but words escape me
Nothing seems to be adequate, nothing seems to suffice
The only thing that beakons peace
The only path that leads to freedom
But…I want to speak, can’t you hear me?
The comfort I’ve blanketed myself in since birth.
Silence, my only saving grace.