I want to scream and shout
all the things you did to me
all the pain I feel
the things I feel no more
everything you gave me
everything you took.
But I can't.
I haven't the strength.
I look out into the waves and back at him.
I was finally above the waves.
Finally out of it all.
But I couldn't breathe.
I could still taste the ocean in my tears.
So here I sit, wrapped up and far from it all
But it isn't gone.
The ocean became a part of me.
Constant in the endless flow of tears.
Yet I still looked back...
out over the rolling waves,
tying to desperately to look for the parts that it tore away from me.
It was long gone.
swallowed up and lost far beneath
along with all the other beautiful secrets.
stolen from the innocent and torn,
only replacing it with terrors far worse than we'd anticipated.
but what now?
YOU ARE READING
The Words I'll Never say Aloud
Poesíaall the things I could never word or say out loud, to his face. the things fear did to me. The things you did to me. Good or bad. All of it, never getting farther than the pages in front of me.